This Is All My Fault

01: Milliseconds ✓

A lot happens in the very last millisecond. Like the rest of my life is trying to cram itself into this moment. I hear an eerie whistle of the bullet rushing toward me through the air.
Fragments of sounds run through my head. Screaming. Crying. All the fear of the past hours comes out.
I want to flee.
To run away.
But it does not work.
You can think a lot in a millisecond, but do almost nothing. The last thing I feel is the tip of the bullet hitting my skin and piercing its way through my stomach. Strangely enough, it doesn't hurt.
It's the softest touch I've ever felt.
I saved her. But I couldn't save myself.
The last I see is the man who shot me fall to the ground from a bullet he deserved.
It's allright, I want to shout.
But I fall.
All I see is y/n, holding my hand. But then my eyes close, and I can't remember anything.

Even what I think now.