"Counting time is not as important as making time count".- Lalaine Gloriani
Angel stood on the rooftop of an old abandoned building. He stood with his hands inside the pockets of his long dark coat,his dark eyes fallowed the cars driving along the streets which where only lit by the city lights. The day had been long, and his body felt sore from the battle that occurred earlier. The night was calm and Angel took this time to enjoy it. In his calm state of mind,he begun to reflect back on his long life and his time spent.
Time,what is time? A day? A week? A year? Or is it an event that shared in some significance?
Life itself is the greatest thing anyone will ever do, you could say life is just time and if so wouldn't every day be a significant event?
Time is never ending, but there is never enough.
My time is running out.
Angel took one of his hands out of his coat pocket and placed it in front of him so he could look at it. Angel balled his hand up into a tight fist, he could feel the sore muscles in his hand tense up when he did so. He looked down at the fist he just made and than loosened it,placing his hand down to his side. Angel than brought his gaze up to the night sky.
I can feel it.
I have lived such a long life and have done things that still to this day hunt me, and all I can do is ask for forgiveness. I don't ask for forgiveness from those around me,but from myself. I ask it,by helping those in need,but still all I can think is, will it be enough?
I have lived along life and even I know a vampire doesn't always live forever.
On that day when I will no longer be apart of this world and my being becomes a small moment in time. I will ask myself.
Did I make my time count? And was it worth it?
I will say...
Yes.