A Last Letter for my Stargazer
e and stared outside the floor to ceiling
thin me, and it brought back memories of when I used to have a simpler life
at I'd been craving for since I was you, but I was wrong. The height of my success was onl
till remember every detail of her face. I could see the co
e a walk. The cold night's wind felt soothing on my cheeks.
t another man. There were people left and right passing by. None o
t and didn't notice that there was nobody else around anymore. All of a sudden, I heard a dea
black helmet. When we were on the ground, I hit him four times on the chest as ha
t at me. My years of experience and training was enoug
Thus, I took my chances fought back against them. I threw my phone at the gunman and
mach to keep him from getting up. Pretty soon, I was drained of my energy, but there was still
mmered,
st
tore, likely attempting to get help. I kept the guy pinned on t
elt something dripping on my chest. When I t
he other mugger, pointi
ot, and I was losing blood at an alarming rate. My consc
it was a woman or a man, for all I could see was a silhouette. Along
nd the my vision was becoming darker
pened in your life. But that's not true. You only see glimpses,
myself forward even when every limb I had was crying for me to stop. I could remember
about my family... It's reminding me of the first person
eird little lady. I wasn't initially attracted to her, because I was caught up i
derstand that even at a young age, it was pos
wever fleeting, was enough to make me feel alive. Her smile, her small laughs, and the way
e out every detail of her face. But I still remember how she made me feel. From time
ifferent way. It felt like 7 minutes lasted like an eternity. And the
I saw was the woman I saved. Her eyes were smi
gel, and I'd arrived at the gates of heaven, forgiven for
n't work that