She had the impression of having understood why people die.
It was the same way of why they kill.
There is that fleeting moment in which you hold life in your hands. It's so fragile!
An idea crosses your mind that you could end it right there. No matter if it's yours or someone else's, but something stops you from doing it.
That is, until that pain that inebriates the mind takes over and all you want is for life to go away.
That's how you crush the little chick in your hands, or the dreams that are agonizing in face of the impossibilities.
And there goes your soul, forever hopeless.
