Jul 09, 2007 16:31
Not the way I almost died. Not slow and painful. Not so terrifying that the wait has to be worth than actual death. I don't know how I want to die. I guess fighting a demon. Taking it down with me. That is the honorable way to go isn't it? Isn't that what us slayers are supposed to hope for? Quick, painless, while in the line of duty when we're young and beautiful. Right.
I think I want to be old. Grey hair, wrinkles, ten pounds of weight that I can never quite lose, yet he still tells me I'm beautiful. It's probably because he hasn't had his glasses checked in awhile. The kids are all grown up and living lives of their own. They call to complain about how they couldn't have possibly been as frustrating as teenagers as their teenagers are now. I side with the grandchildren of course.
I'm old and I'm happy and I'm in bed. I'm asleep. It's peaceful and fast. I don't feel a thing. There is a smile on my face. My children and grandchildren celebrate my life instead of mourn it. That is how I would like to die.