as she entered the room she had seen many times before, she realized something was off. the sun did not shine in the way it did most days and the only source of light was a dim flickering lamp. she went to the bed to give the old man his much needed medication and she noticed a presence upon him. “come to me,” the man struggled to say, “i have seen the end and it shows no mercy. i have stared death in the face and came out alive. but as i speak my last breath i say to you, what’s the use? my family has abandoned me in my time of need, and you are the only one by my side. make sure they get nothing. they’re pain is my joy as i rot in hell.” and with these final words, he died.
the woman did not know what to be. no words could describe this feeling. what should she do and how should she go about doing it? she knew she must cry, but could not find the tears. this man was nothing and therefore lost nothing. his death was nothing more than the falling of a leaf or the breaking of a vace.