The floor, under the bed always seemed so friendly. The world, not so much. He spent his whole life on the run, stilling, hiding helping other kids like him. He was known as the thief lord, Mr. wonderful. If only he had more 24 hours! That was all he asked for he didn't want to see hanging flowers.
That was his life. He had wanted the world to be a fairytale. Like he was just playing a role in a movie. But no it was reality it had finally caught up with him. His worse fear.
Now it was so…cold inside. He wanted to escape, but he couldn't move. His body was in the grayness of the world. The color was gone.
He had 5 more hours and he was caught. Police were now surrounding him. He should have stayed, but no he want and did what he had to do. He had seen so many people. He wasn't alone. He his life that day ended in a bed. 1 hour left and the roses were being hung.
His life that day ended. He didn't want it to but it did. He had no choice. He died that day, the thief lord did but his spirit still remain in toughs that need him the most. His time was not wasted. It was over tonight.