[SOME SPOILERS WILL BE MENTIONED!!!]
Reading this book has been an experience for me. You see, I am a very emotional person at times. So it surprised me and yet not on how I hadn't shed a tear at all whilst reading.
Why?
Because there was nothing to cry about. Mateo Torrez and Rufus Emeterio lived the remaining hours of their lives doing things they haven't done before and making new and even fake experiences to make the most out of their time and I already find that a beautiful way to end the story but that's not how it ended.
There was a bit of action near the end, with a gang in Clint's Graveyard— a party place for Deckers— and Mateo finding it in himself to run up and punch a guy's face to save Rufus was very satisfying.
And after escaping the scene, they go back to Mateo's apartment to spend their last few hours before inevitably passing away, in which Mateo did end up meeting his demise first. I will not say how for the readers to discover it themselves.
Rufus' end was also never specified, it was ambiguous, although I have a feeling it had something to do with Delilah's– a character you will be introduced to in the book– "Ex-Fiance", Victor.
From the start of the book to its last pages, it has changed my perspective on a lot of things. I wonder how I would've been if we had an actual Death-Cast here in the real world. I think I might've been a little more like Mateo, too paranoid to the point that he wasted a lot of opportunities.
I think I'm already a little bit like Mateo now, especially in a pandemic like this. I already wasted a lot of opportunities, opting to stay holed up in my room, using my phone to read whatever fanfiction I could stumble upon. I think maybe, I should start being a little bit like Rufus as well, to balance myself out the same way Mateo and Rufus did. Like how Mario and Luigi work well together. I shouldn't hold myself back anymore.
So whoever is reading my review (is this even a review at this point?), read They Both Die at The End. It's worth it.
Afternote: I'm sorry you guys had to tolerate my ramble. But seriously, read it.