A sudden silence echoed through my ears. The only thing I've realized is that the storm is raging and we're falling from a 50-storey building. All I could see was the city lights in the far left glaring back at me as if it became like, I don't know, a modern version of Van Gogh's "Starry Night"?
"Goddammit ------! If -------- thing I want you to know, is that I ------"
I cannot understand a single word Agatha says. She kept saying something but I know it's all her secrets she kept from me in the past.
I know I am about to die, but for some reason I was not screaming nor panicking, I did not even say one single word that time, for some reason.
Time began to slow down, as if it reminiscences all my worst memories. It showed a flashback when I was 5 years old, when my mom decided to leave the family, and dad never said a word, but I could see in his teary eyes that he was depressed about it. Then the memory shifted to the time when I was 16 years old, where I was being bullied, rejected, and yeah, bad grades. Then it shifted to the time when I was arrested for no reason at all. Oh crap, I thought. I thought last memories in this life could , oh you know, show me at least one, precious memory. But noooooooo, my brain is a jerk, like everyone else to me.
A forced smile expresses unto my lips. At least there is one single thing to smile with in my life, I thought. The moment my hand touched the earth I knew that this would be my last time I would feel something, perhaps.
But then it happened.
