"How do you know when you're ready to die?"
He remained quiet for a few seconds, the silence on his part somewhat alarming, and she was hardly aware of the way her fingers clenched tense fistfuls of sand.
"…You just know," he finally said after a moment, voice calm and complacent in the still air.
Her brows furrowed.
"What do you mean you 'just know'?"
"How do you know when you're in love?" he returned, tone wry. "How do you describe knowing that?"
She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again, unable to think of an answer.
"Yeah, it's like that. You just know. You can't put it into words."
"Huh" she mumbled, looking out in the distance, past the sandy dunes and watched the tired sun finally setting and watching the after glow take place.
"You just know."
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