• She sat there in the most beautiful of places anyone could ever even imagine, but all she felt was hatred and jealousy. Remembrance, this place reminded her of everything, everything good, everything bad. Death, you would wonder why in a place of such beauty it would remind anyone of death. It was because with all the living most beautiful things they must eventually die, bringing death among us. So what was the point, what was the point of life, it all leads to death anyways. She stood up, she walked around and saw all the happy faces, all people together looking so happy it hurt her even more. For her husband had just in and disappeared, found dead in the middle of nowhere. Beautiful, this used to be their favorite place in the world, but here and now there was nothing for her. Nothing would or could make her happy. Pain, it was all that was left with her. Pain was the only thing she could feel. When people passed her with smiling faces, anger was all she felt towards them. Remembering hurt but she couldn't and wouldn't forget. Revenge, all she wanted was revenge. But revenge could do nothing for her now. Miserable, the most terrifying feeling you could ever have, worse then everything. She could bare it no longer. She found the darkest of shadows and slid to the ground. She lay there, darkness surrounded her and nothing felt better. Her breath getting shorter, her skin growing colder, her heart beating slower. Her eyes getting heavy, her body lay still, the last breath she took in, the last beat of her heart the only thing she could see was a man in white. He took hold of her hand and pulled her from the cold ground. When she looked back she saw the most hideous of sights. Her body lay still, all ugly and cold. She couldn’t look away from one thing, a smile. The last moment of her life she felt happy. She looked at the man in white, they started to walk away, then she saw the most beautiful of sights. With this man with her all her pain disappeared. He had taken her to the most magnificent place. There he sat as if waiting his entire life. Nothing could take her away. She touched his finger tips ever so lightly. Happiness, all she could feel. Then the most horrifying thing happened. Pain shot through her chest. Then he started to fade as if she was waking from the most magnificent dream. "live." trembled from his lips like a whisper. Then altogether he disappeared, again. Screaming came from her lips, the worst noise you ever could hear. Miserable, all she could remember was his most perfect face. Death, the one thing she wanted but couldn’t take. Patience is what she had to face. Love, is what she waits for. Joy is what she’d finally receive. Peace of mind, when they could finally be together. Kindness is what her life would be made of. Goodness, what her heart needed. Faithfulness, what she now believed. Gentleness with herself and others. Self control, the hardest but most important. She needed to control her need for him, for death, for everything her life could be made of.