"Are you afraid of death?" She asked.
"No... Not really." I paused.
Whether I live or die, doesn't really matter to me."
"Why?" She wondered.
"See, this is all a game. Everything's temporary. Never get attached to anything because everything is borrowed. Even your life. You have to give it back at some point.
So why be scared of the inevitable?"
"Are you afraid of death?" I asked her.
"Yeah.. I am."
"Because..." she paused.
"I don't know if I've been a good enough person..."
Or if it even matters.
When she said that it hit me.
I looked into her eyes and saw the sincerity.
"I just don't know what's after this. Will I be punished for all the bad I’ve done? Rewarded for all the good I brought. Or will I just be gone forever? With no second chance."
"Nothing you can do, but hope...
but hope only gets you so far.." I told her
"I'm just scared my demons will catch up to me. I've done some pretty bad things."
"We all have." I told her.
"Will we get away with them? Something inside is telling me we won't."
"They say what’s done in the dark will always find a way to shine.”
Looks like we’ll find out. In due time