Last Breaths of life

Part 1 - The night's voice echoes through the trees

I do not have long left. My breath is slowly becoming haltered by the cold air, and my head feels dizzy. I look at the tree tops, and the glowing white moon, giving off an eternal glow. The birds are still quiet, but I can hear them, slowly coming back to the new day that is coming.

I can fell myself slowly being dragged into a vision of the line between life and death. The screenshots of friends and family, happy and bright moments of my short life is becoming clearer and clearer. As I feel this life becoming weaker, I can feel the other becoming stronger. I wonder what will await me in this... World... Will I be met by a purgatory of events and people, or will I live a new life, one where I will forget about my life in the past one, and think nothing of the passing time, beside of how I used to in the former?

My head becomes more and more dull, but also peaceful. I can't hear a lot, but I can hear the birds chirping. The forest is...becoming white. The beautiful trees are glowing with a light I have never seen. I can't see what is going on between the tree stomps, but I don't need too.

I'll find peace soon...and for that I am thankful. My beautiful mother, my caring sister, my  supporting father. My cute and wonderful golden-haired fiancée...my best chestnut haired friend...my cheery blue haired fr...end...please, do not cry for me, when I am gone. I don't want that.

What little left I have of my life is still seeming to continuing to be beautiful. I can now hear the birds chirping happily. They seem to upbeat about...some...thing...some...thing...beau-it-ful...

My consciousness is drifting away, and the last thing I see before my eyes close, is the most majestic ruby red fox I have ever seen...and maybe will see.

It is over now. I have found peace. Please. Do not cry my friends. I have found something better than this life.

I will see you soon.