I never knew it was coming. All this time I thought I was safe, but I was not. All this time I thought I could always hide when something went wrong. But now I know, I can never run from death. It seemed as if I were to die, Amber would come back. But it is not that way. It never is. My way is always the wrong way for some people. Mum never wanted too tell me that she felt the same way too.
Now here I am on my death bed waiting for my soul to float up to heaven to join Mum. But it never wanted to leave. (I will contune this later)
