“Death came dressed as an angel with a beatific smile and a twinkle in his eye; with a serene disposition and a gentle embrace. He reached out and touched my soul with his kind, patient hands, and I couldn’t ever had predicted that, in the presence of death, I’d become more alive than ever.

But instead of fighting death, instead of fearing death, I danced with him; the sweetest, most lethal dance. With each harmonized step we took, he thrust me back to life and became a part of me; a part so vital that I simply could not live without him anymore than I could breathe without air or swim without water.

I could not escape my fate, for my fate was tied to his, and together – only together – we would thrive.

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