The End Of The Line

I couldn't walk anymore, I've been walking for the past few days, searching for a way out of this snowy plains. I'm begginning to feel numb, I can't feel my feet, or my hands. As I kept walking through this open space, I tripped and then fell down a cliff, as I fell down, I began to remember everything, my family, friends, everything. I tought I was done for.

After some time, I woke up, and was in the middle of a storm. I felt colder by every second that passed. I needed help. I got up and began to walk yet again.

"Shit. I'm gonna die here, aren't I?..." I began saying to myself. "No... I cannot die. Not here."

I wasn't feeling my legs anymore. I couldn't walk straight. And I kept falling. But I continued to walk.

After some time, I fell down for good. I was being covered in snow. And I rolled over to watch the sky.

"This is it... This is... My end..."

I was struggling to breathe at this point. I couldn't move.

"I'm sorry..." I said while I took my last breath and my heartbeat slowly stopped.

"...This is the end of the line."