I feel compelled to write a review on this, never once has a story really gripped the essence of my being so much as this one.

It's depressing. The harsh dynamic between the pure beauty of life and love, and its equally beautiful fragility. One day we are all going to die, it's inevitable, and being afraid is okay. Having worries is okay. Having fears is okay. It's part of what makes life as beautiful as it is. Stories like these genuinely make me happy; which I'm aware contradicts the very first line of my review. You're not alone in this vast and wide world and as depressing and lonely existence can feel sometimes you've had a part in this wide, wide history no matter how small or seemingly insignificant.

To take away from this story i'd only like to preach one thing, and not to be a crazy religious enticer, is to be kind. Being nice and loving can only help people, even if it's just one line in the crazy story book that every person's life is, it's one line that wouldn't have been there without you.

However, if you struggle with anxiety and existential dread maybe skip this one out; not that it isn't a beautiful story but because sometimes a nihilistic outlook on life isn't always whats best for you. Try to be positive and treasure those around you. :)