Life.
In the view of a human is short but it is the longest thing we'll do in life.
Mine was stripped away by my killer his eyes held a glint of lust I died when I just turned 18 the second chapter to my life got ripped out I was supposed to go to University and become a Lawyer like my mother wanted.
I could have been home and read my favourite books and novels but I had insisted I go out and enjoy myself for once all in the constant dismay of my mother telling I should stay home.
Fool?
Was I a fool for not listening to my mother the one whom raised me from the day I born or go out with people whom I met just hours before?
Regret was the last emotion I felt as I left the world without telling my mother I love her or I appreciated her struggles and time she wasted on me.
Tomorrow was non-existant, but if it were I would apologize for all my wrong doings and hope to god or whatever listened to listen to my pleas to help my mother live a happier life.