Falling For The FBI Agent

PROLOGUE

This has been published after the first 9 chapters and it might be confusing but this part belongs before the 1st Chapter as I've rearranged and placed it here.
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A stinging pain at my side, my ribs burning, the remnant of carbon monoxide's foul smell travelling up my nose and a nauseating shock finding its way to my stomach making me want to throw up all the pain and get rid of it.

My head is spinning, everything is hazy, the black ceiling and the white lights coming in focus and going out again. The gunshot from seconds ago still echoes in my ear, ringing in my mind but none of is it is louder or worse than the sound of my shattering heart and the realisation of what I was and what I had been dawning on me.

I force my eyes open slightly and I see her hovering over me, her hands resting on the side of my chest as someone beside her tears a piece of cloth and hands it over. A scream leaves her mouth as she looks over at someone else, shouting for something which was drowned out by the sound of my brain shutting down.

Is this what dying feels like?
It's really not as bad as they say. People die everyday and sometimes it's called heroical and brave but this is nothing like that, because I feel empty. Empty on the inside.

I have let everyone I've ever known down, I have broken the heart of the person I cared the most about and I've lost everything just like I had all those years back. I believed it was never too late to change, and I did but it wasn't enough, and I would try harder if I have the chance now.

But I don't. It's too late.

They say no one deserves to die.
Maybe I do after all, after everything I've done.

And then I feel my eyes closing on their own accord, the blood slowly seeping the insides of my shirt.