The sun was setting on the horizon and she stood there, on the edge of the world. The sun wasn’t hot enough to warm her heart. She looked at her hands but there were none. She tried to feel her face but she couldn’t. This must be what dying feels like, she thought. She saw the trees waving with the wind but she couldn’t feel it. She was now convinced that she was dying. She stood there and waited. She saw the daisies, which were used to be her favorite flowers. She was sitting there, watching the sun saying goodbye to the world- or was it her who was saying goodbye, she thought. She heard some noises -noises of people in a distance. She looked back and saw the people who were used to be her friends and family. They were coming right at her while she was sitting there—motionless. They didn’t realize her, though and jumped down the cliff and disappeared. Again, there were no emotion in her heart. All the people were gone now and she could reach peace at last, she thought.
She suddenly woke up. She was now laying on the earth amid the dead flowers. She looked at her hands and didn’t see them which meant she was still dying. She looked at the horizon and the sun was still there. Seasons must have been passed and this dying thing took me so long, I have to go now, she thought. She stood up and began to walk towards the edge of the world, front was only darkness. She thought about the days she lived in that world, though she couldn’t remember the days she was happy. There was only darkness and massive woe. She had nothing to lose now and was determined to surrender to death. She stepped on the emptiness as she felt something holding her arm. The thing retracted her from emptiness. She looked back and saw him. He was the sun himself and holding her in his arms. Never, he said. She smiled once in decades.