In The End
“In the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.” -Abraham Lincoln
As he laid there on the cold ground, feeling the lightness of the breeze through his hair and the slowing heaves of his chest, nothing else mattered. Not the young girl he pushed out of the path of a negligent driver. Not the distant sirens racing to save his life. Not the pain. Just the peace of lying in the arms of the one he loved.There was a blissful static silence with interrupting echoes of reality. A tear escaped as he smiled and let the darkness consume him; his last image being the hummingbird on her arm.
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Julia Alfred
I am a born Dreamer leading an unbelievable life.Encountered people who match the villainous and heroic personas we read about in stories & done things I would surely do better.
A penny for my thoughts is worth it.
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