Death is peaceful. Death is calm. Death smells like cherry blossoms.
Wait!
"Fuck, I cannot even get this right."
As I slowly open my eyes, I see what I suspected. I am very much alive; I tragically missed my heart by inches. Some will say it is luck, I, I say I am cursed. While Edward and Elloise seem to be relieved, I am slightly annoyed that I cannot accomplish one simple thing, such as dying. Yes, I do sound like a Vampire that is trying to commit suicide, which by all fairness is impossible. Maybe next time, I should consider asking someone else to kill me, or just not try to do it at all.
