The boy that sat in front of me was so gentle and peaceful. I watched him as he tossed his left over food to the squirrels each day. I talked to him for a while. I do not recall what it was about but I remember we were enjoying ourselves. Everything was right as rain. This was the last time I’d get to see him happy. There would not be time for a goodbye. He knew I loved him, and I knew he loved me. It was something that would always be eternal, even in death. I smiled at him as he slid from our booth to go get me a drink. I didn’t even have to tell him what I preferred. He knew me too well. It was the time we spent together that allowed him to read me like a book. I didn’t even have to command him, he was always doing the extra favor for me, and I for him. When I watched him walk away from me my happiness faded. It was as if by some psychic premonition that I felt something dreadful was coming. I didn’t used to believe in such things happening, but this time, I saw it clearly. Without even trying, I focused my attention on a tall skinny man walk out of the kitchen. Whatever unworldly power it was that compelled me, it drew my attention to him. I still remember how I felt at the time. I was full of grief and sadness. I did not know where it was coming from. Nothing had happened to me that should have made me feel this way, but something was about to happen. I was transfixed on the man. He had a very eerie grin across his face, and he wore a chef’s apron. He reminded me of a Scooby Doo villain. That man had Satan in his heart. I forgave him for what he did to me, it needed to be done, and it was my fate. I once learned before that unexpected things may happen to you and there is nothing you can do about them and you should embrace them for being in your life, no matter what. The man walked past my love and headed in my direction. He was full of so much rage. I could almost see the flames of hell surrounding him as he walked, and he left a wake of freezing cold air. He turned down the row of booths I was in. I watched as he went. Booth one, he passed. Booth two, he passed. Booth three, each one he grew closer to me and I felt the sadness in me intensify. I felt my eyes water up and tears came to them. I could feel my heart being strangled. My lungs were crushed and I couldn’t breath. My soul was slipping away. I became like a zombie.
When it is your true time to die your spirit prepares for it. Your body begins to shut down. Its functions cease. You no longer see or hear clearly, it feels like you are dying, but it is just preparation. There is no pain though. You may feel pain at any other time in your life but not when you die. It is like your body knows it is going to happen. You become like a zombie almost, but a zombie that still looks like a normal person. You are still fully aware of the world around you and what is happening, time doesn’t slow down, not until death begins to occur. An unfamiliar sensation comes over your whole body. It feels like your skin is slipping off. That is not the case though, you can feel your spirit beginning to separate from your body. It is a tingling sensation. Your spirit does not leave your body yet, its just getting ready too.
