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Oscar had always thought that Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.
Instead it had been just a few seconds in the air, not knowing what had happened, a glimpse of the ship crashing while he was spinning in an almost picturesque arc through the trees.
Then a dark, soundless pain as he hit the Forest floor and another sharp red one when one of the spikes of the ship pinned him to it.
He bled out in a moment that felt like it lasted years.
There weren't any lungs left to take a last breath with. His heart, torn apart by the spike, had already stopped beating. Just his brain fired a few last thoughts into the void. Wondering if anyone had survived, if anyone would find him before he was nothing but bones and dried blood. How there was probably no one left to remember him.
He didn't think he'd end this way. He didn't even get to close his eyes before the darkness came.