Death echoes a deep tone, as heartbeats raced against thoughts. Strings of flashbacks dramatized in her mind, replaying songs, places and people continously. Familiar scents swept past, yet she swung her hands backwards to clasp nothing.

Alongside the surface of her skin, she felt icy tremours penetrate from within. She could not resist the inevitability of its coming. Everyday, was a day heading towards it.

Pride and joy.