jadeddryad
The one thing that haunts me the most is the fact that I failed to spend time with my grandpa before he died. I always thought he was such a boring miserable old man but now that he's gone what I wouldn't give to have just one more day to talk to him. One more day to ask him about his life and to learn everything I can from him.
Everything is made up of cells. The leaves on the trees, the fingers used to type this. Splitting and morphing and growing. I often wonder if we could corrupt our cells and morph into something else. From a human to a cat, or a sloth, or other person.
She set out the tarot cards and flipped them one after the other, stopping with a gasp at the second one. "I see no reason to go on." she said. I looked down and asked her why. "Because," She said in hushed voices "you will get in a taxi right outside this door and that taxi will hit a semi head on. Anything else I predict won't matter because you're not living past today."
He held her closely as they lay under the stars. This is exactly what he wanted, to hold her forever. They kissed and talked all night. He showed her all the constellations he knew of and she told him stories of when she would stargaze when she was little. Sadly tomorrow he would be leaving, and that would be their last moment together.