last post babe
Death was innevitable, and though it seemed scary it was only natural. One day there would come a day she would not wake either, and though she hoped that day was still far away she was aware of it. It was useless to worry of it. Though no one knew their day and time until it was happening, it was probably the only certainty the world had. All things came to and end, like the day when the sun slipped under the mountains, or the night as the sunrays flickered again.
Sadly, his story also came to an end. As the last word exited his lips, the young girl continued to look at him in awe, the last scene of the story playing in her mind. She would miss him when he was gone, but she would also rejoice on his legacy, the millions of stories he left behind and the million more he had took part in. "That was beautiful, grandpa" she murmured, reaching out her muzzle to plant a kiss in his cheek one last time.
