Alexxx121
They say in your final moments your life flashes before your eyes.
Y/n had never been a superstitious girl, never believed in silly stories that had no real way of ever possibly being proved.
Somehow she was proved wrong in every instance.
Every brush with death, she thought maybe that it would be okay, that her death would matter as long as she held her head high and faced it head on.
Somehow sentimental memories and faces of people that truly, somehow, cared flashed through her mind. And suddenly racing towards death seemed...silly.
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