They assume that dying hurts.
I know it's true, from a personal experience.
She lay on the bed, pale and unmoving, her features finally relaxed. She had just released her last lungful of life's elixir.
She was finally at peace.
It was me who screamed due to the excruciating pain.
She could move on to whatever lay ahead. She had died. I had lived. I had to stay back in a world without her.
The light faded in her eyes, something cracked inside mine.
True. Dying hurts.
Especially when it's someone else.
