Disclaimer: I own nothing , show, characters, well if I owned the characters guess who WOULD NOT be dying-or dating FOREMAN- right now

AN: Ending to Wilson's Heart, my first try at first person so be nice my writers block is currently preventing me from writing anything more than 400 words

Numb

Beep...beep...bee- the last one was cut off by my shaking finger stabbing at the print button. A quiet whirring sound and a fifteen

second glance told me my life span had just been drastically shortened. As I felt the tears burn the back of my eyelids I could think

of only one thing: Her. I was going to relive that. I was so close, so close to something, happiness, some might call it. I would call

it forgetting, forgetting the past, everything that had happened, everything I had seen and I now know I will see again. Though,

when I see it I will be a mere bystander, barely able to sit and watch as my life spins through the downward spiral before my

eyes, because I will be able to do nothing about it, I will have no way to control it. So now my method of control is my own self-

destruction, my own end. I speed up the inevitable, hoping to somehow to give myself the illusion of control. I know I am lying to

myself, in a sad attempt to feel better. Honestly, I don't really feel anything, not anymore.