It can't be, it doesn't have to be You sigh, even though you don't feel any air in your lungs, kneeling where you are, looking at the palms of your hands that tremble as if a wave were crashing over you several times and soaking you. You feel a fleeting cold in your bones...

Has the air become thicker?

You look around, the lifeless and dull hues surrounding you. You are hit with the thought of what could be happening are you dead? –no, it's impossible, you're not.

"You can deny it all you want, but that's how it is..." A somewhat familiar female voice comes from the side and leans over to where you are.

Rio

You look at her and she gently offers you her hand to help you perk up.

"I know you think it's a misunderstanding, but it's not. I'm sorry," She says as she looks at you; for each person, accepting death is different.