The Last Thing I See
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  • Reads 21
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  • Parts 2
  • Time 47m
Ongoing, First published Sep 25, 2020
Some people say they only see a bright light in the last moments of their life. Others tell a story of how their life flashes before their eyes, yet none of these things happened to me. I saw an angel with a nose that bobbed whenever he spoke, eyes that crinkled when he smiled at me and wrinkles that would appear as the worry shone i his forest eyes. I honestly have no idea how we ended up here, in the same space and at the same time-but we did. 

'There is a pause and I would like to say that time seemed to stop going by and the world paused in it tracks, but that would be a lie. I can feel the seconds going by as blood leaves my body and my last moments here on earth is coming to an end. I can feel the numbness seeping into my bones. "I'll give it to you, I'll show you both the beauty and the ugly of being loved. I swear it. I'll be by your side when you experience and see everything this world has to offer. Just stay with me, yeah? We can do this. This is your chance. Take it and fight with your whole being. Your future is sitting right here, you just have to grab it love." '

Started- 13/09-2020
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