Death is a part of life. It's a turning point, the start of something new. No one should think of it as the end, because it isn't. It's only the beginning.
People fear death, because it is a part of the unknown. I feared it once myself.But I had no regrets, because it was for someone I loved, someone I would do anything for.
Until recently, I never realized how strong someone's love for a person could be. I'd thought that sort of love only existed in fairytales. But apparently, I was dead wrong.
Perhaps a poor choice of words.
Death happens, and those who try to tangle with fate are fools. I had to learn that the hard way. I suppose it was just difficult to accept, because everything that led up to now was all that I would have least expected.
Most of all, I never imagined that my life would turn into something so hazardous all because of a couple ghosts. Who knew they could be dangerous?