Today was another death, another X through a box on the calendar. When the countdown first started, it was full of days and the end was far away. Now the end is in sight, the end that is to be her begining. But, begining of what? She has already begun, life has already complicated around her. Connections have been made. Battles fought and won. This future, it is not a begining. Nor is it an end. It is simply a continuation of what was started 18 years ago. The road is not ending, nor begining, but simply leading to a gentle curve along its set course.
Besides, what she has now could not have endured forever. She could have locked herself in the closet for a year, and still life would have moved forward, bringing with it change. Faces will change and fade in her memory as new ones take their place.
However, some things will remain. She hopes. Some faces will change only with age, not replacment or memory loss.
So she sighs, draws the X, and waits.
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