No Such Thing

 

“There’s no such thing as dying,” he said.

At this point he could barely lift his hand.

There was a bird outside the hospital window.

The room was full of things that would not save him.

 

“There’s only living,” he said.

“Right now I’m as alive as you.”

 

It was hard to believe.

He looked so small, a husk of himself.

But the fire in his eye was not diminished.

It burned like a sun

Until the end.