"I don't want to die"
A common saying among most.
Wether be lying on your death bed...
Or there being a gun pressed to your head.
The latter was his situation.
He didn't want to die.
Despair crashing over him like waves crashing against a rocky shore.
This was the end.
He shut his eyes.
He couldn't escape the fear.
The fear that consumed him almost every day he awoke.
Thanatophobia.
The fear of Death.
The Grim reaper was now digging his claws into his back.
As the gunshot rang out into the silent alley.
He didn't need to fear death.
After all, he was with it now.
