What are you scared of? She asked.
Not even death?
No, I paused, kept going.
Well, I’m scared of dying not of death, so I guess there is one thing.
To me, when death comes it’ll be like the time before you were alive. The most beautiful silence ever heard.
But I'm afraid of dying. I’ve met 25-year-olds already dying. And not in the illness sense. They’ve lost their spirit for life. They’re an energy suck to be around. Given up.
It saddens me.
Because even a small fight is better than quitting.