When it's All Over

I thought I knew what it was like on The Tower of Terror, funny enough, darkness and an endless drop while I gripped onto the hands of my friends. I thought I knew what it was like when I stayed up all night to help someone I loved dearly through something. I didn't think the end would be like that spring night long past when I was but a child, where the breeze only made the night air sweeter with its almost unnoticeable chill. The night hadn't quite yet come so the small bit of light left my front yard in black and white and the horizon black and blue. I was nearly alone in this world, but I always knew there was still someone there for me, just through a door. It didn't occur to me that death could be like this because I had always thought I didn't deserve it. But it's all alright.