What do you think of my story beginning?

Three droplets would be the start. Three could multiply. Three could remain unchanged. No matter which way three sprang, it led to death. I smirked , clutching the droplets in my hand. Pulling my hand close to my heart, I could feel the resonating beat trying to take back what had been lost to oblivion. Uncoiling my hand, I stared blankly at the darkened, mishapped spheres. If this was my death...so be it.