Hey there! My first public Fanfic, please be kind.
Preface
Life, in a way, is like a sprint. We are all lined up on a track, all of us running as fast as possible, to do as well as we can in the race. There are always winners, in every race. Sometimes, you have the luck to be a winner. Sometimes not. Sometimes your lungs don't seem to work, you stumble through the undergrowth, gasping, and sometimes your lane ends unexpectedly, while everyone else continues, making their way. Sometimes, you are dying, and there is nothing you can do about it, nothing to stop the red river determined to pour from the gaping hole in your body. Sometimes, you have to collapse, and give up.
But sometimes, it's not you who is slowly struggling for breath. There are people who do not run alone. Beside them they have their equal, who matches them step for step. And sometimes, their partner falls. Sometimes it's okay, because they can pull them right back up again. Sometimes, you are the one being pulled up.
Then sometimes, there is no one there to help you. There is no one there to hold your hand as you die.
And how I wish for the body supposed to be curled up beside me. How I wish she would run her hands through my hair and tell me not to worry, even though I am drifting away, gone. How I wish I did not have to run the last lap alone.
The last thing I know of is the blinking light of a firefly.
Now, be a kind person and press the little green button.