This is the description written for the story: This is the tale of Beyond Birthday, the boy who saw death. Within is chronicled his meeting with the young detective L, his search for answers to the mystery of his eyes, and his life in Wammy's House. So have a seat. BB has a story to tell...
And this: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1490638/The_Pyrat is the URL to his page.
From the moment we are conceived, we begin to die. You think I’m trying to be morbid, don’t you? Well I’m not. I’m telling you the way things are.
Most people call it “growing up”. Then, once you’re “grown up”, they call it “getting older”. You only die after you’ve “gotten older”. And apparently there’s this certain point where you can say a person is dying. What is that point, exactly? Is it when the heart is slowing? Is it when the organs are wearing down? Is it when the body is ceasing to work?
No. No, no, no. Doctors are wrong. Most humans are wrong. They’re all stupid and naïve and they put off saying “you’re dying” until the last minute because they’re afraid of their own mortality. Life is not a mountain. One does not climb up one side, get to the top which is considered their “prime”, and then go down hill. Life doesn’t work that way! Life is a line. Straight across, straight to the end.
Most people call it “growing up”. Then, once you’re “grown up”, they call it “getting older”. You only die after you’ve “gotten older”. And apparently there’s this certain point where you can say a person is dying. What is that point, exactly? Is it when the heart is slowing? Is it when the organs are wearing down? Is it when the body is ceasing to work?
No. No, no, no. Doctors are wrong. Most humans are wrong. They’re all stupid and naïve and they put off saying “you’re dying” until the last minute because they’re afraid of their own mortality. Life is not a mountain. One does not climb up one side, get to the top which is considered their “prime”, and then go down hill. Life doesn’t work that way! Life is a line. Straight across, straight to the end.
