I would commit suicide of old age, by collecting too many years for my body to go any further
Naught death does us part . Part 3 #Story.
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Part 3:: Life is Eternal ,Death is Fleeting.
I excused myself for the day.
The other workers being very understanding of my early leave.
They too had experienced loss & sorrow.
Grief at a suicide prevention Center is nothing new.
Sorrow was an everyday companion with genuine Joy's being few & fleeting.
You truly come to appreciate life when you see it being ended before your very eyes every day.
Kindness & empathy comes naturally when you realize it's true worth to people in need.
Simple love, kindness and understanding.
The virtues that repairs the world with gentle embrace.
Naught A more priceless Treasure existed in this world.
The rest of the day I tried my best to calm myself down.
I told myself I wouldn’t have been able to do anything, that I tried my hardest and did what I could do....
Ahh ,if only the heart listened to the mind then so many griefs & pain can be avoided.
Alas ...it isn't to be.
The next day wasn’t any better.
It was honestly a miracle that I could even wake up in the morning.
My eyes were swollen and puffy.
My pillow was stained with tears.
The sheets were sweaty.
& my hair resembled that of a bird’s nest.
The small hope that Riley and her friend had still managed to make it out safe and alive gave me the strength to go back to work that exhausting morning.
Life is fleeting , death is eternal.
Duty is heavy as a mountain, death is light as a feather...
& My responsibility.. Nay , My duty to my fellow men would not wait ..could not wait.
Whatever may have happened I could not break down ,there were others to help
..there always was.
A few weeks passed but the incident was still fresh in my mind.
I had managed to accept what happened and although it still hurt thinking about it, that traumatic experience made me work harder.
It was after all my first death(?)....it made me want to push myself harder to not let that happen again.
The wounds from that day were beginning to close, and although I had fully accepted never knowing whether or not Riley’s friend turned out to be okay.
Turns out ... I would find out anyway.
To be Continued :
Part 4 :: Our Deepest Bonds : Broken Strings : https://chatrooms.talkwithstranger.com/topic/19287/naught-death-does-us-part-part-4-story#
(that will be the final part ..& I dunno If I can get that out before I leave .So lets see.)
EDIT : Last part's up.I did it .
@stranger_danger It is just an advice from me, may be a favor, do insert a poetry below it. You re good at writing.
@stranger_danger Yass another one
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