Fics like Drowning in a Breath of Fresh Air

The funny thing about dying, she figured, was that it wasn’t quite as meticulous as all the major religions she’d encountered in her life seemed to say. There were no shadowy figures wielding scythes in her final moments, or a gateway into paradise, or even the parallel elevators going up and down her friend had once theorized about on a hazy summer night. No, it was more like a sort of existential blip. One moment she was trapped under the crushing weight of water filling her lungs, and the next she was being born anew. All in all, dying wasn’t a very comfortable thing. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but if given the chance she would really much rather be alive than...here. At least “here” was familiar, at least she knew what she was going to get. This world was heavy with pain, and she knew that fact better than she knew herself. If she could just alleviate some of that, maybe everything would be okay. Maybe she wouldn’t feel so much like she was still drowning.

Fics like Drowning in a Breath of Fresh Air

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