There he is, the man that will soon expire, and standing in front of him was the future he may not reach. The man gazes at his destiny while his body suffers, the babbling of his blood that fountained in his flesh, the ugly gasp he is voicing out, as his hands reach out for the speck of life through the tainted fogged air.
It was too late when he realized it was himself. He will become a part of him, the tiny shed that pours in his future’s eyes. The last compassion he is showing isn’t because of his suffering but for his own.
Leaving the mortal world as he cackled from the blood that oozes freely.
‘This wasn’t supposed to happen, and I couldn’t remember this because this never happened, right Carmelia? Is this what you want? Is this what you meant killing myself? Or is this what I wan
