chapter 43
Nic
People say that in the last few minutes of your life, everything slows down. I thought it was just the BS that some people say to make their story sound cool. They make it sound like a Lifetime movie where memories of a dying character’s life flash across the screen while sad music plays in the background. I didn’t think it was real. Well, I know now—it’s real. It is like flashes of images across the screen, except with every memory you see, you re-experience every single feeling of the memory, and all of it’s done within seconds.
“You never finished explaining what the Rick Astley song was about. Why don’t I take you to dinner and you can tell me about it?”
“No, thank you.”
“Why not?”
“I’m not interested.”
Sounds swirled around me in the darkness. My father’s barking
