There is no precursor to death.
*
"It's time for us to go," he whispered in my ear. I smiled and closed my eyes.
"Yes, it's time for us to go home." Our home. Our own home. What was I saying? I had never called Zehera or any other place home, but now I loved him enough to call home any place he was in. Was this effect on me really normal or was I exaggerating something because I didn't know how to love?
Pars. I exist in two places, here and where you are. This is how my life will be from now on, and although I don't know how true that is, I don't find it strange.
Maybe, after all, a person didn't need to be taught the feeling of love. Maybe on the day, we were born, we would have been born with that ability in our hearts called love.
Maybe.
