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Cold despair washed through my body, a
chilling sensation, numbing me to any other emotions. I was dead, and it had happened so suddenly, a sudden flash of light and then this nothingness. Was this how death was? An enternity of dark coldness, a forever in the grip of death. I would hold onto the hope, my last free emotion besides that of despair, that this was not it and that I would go somewhere, anywhere else.
My memories begin to fade, the longer I stay here. I can no longer remember my parents, I no longer know their voices, smiles or laughs. It's all gone lost to the darkness eating me up. I wish to cry, but am unable to. Do I even have a body anymore? Or am I just a mind floating in space.
How long has it been? Ten seconds? Years or maybe even longer? Time has no meaning, nothing does. The only thing that sticks to me is my last memory, that of him. Oh and my death.