Sirens. The noises I never wanted to hear again.
White. The color I would not even intend to miss, unless it was the deep black I was diving into.

Just a few moments ago, I would have given you the exact time in minutes and secons and breaths I took, but the glass of my watch broke when I hit the ground and stopped the time. And with it there stopped my time forever, as I thought. But in reality, I survived. The glass of my watch wasn't piercing a dead bodys flesh yet.

I don't know if I ever belonged to this place.

It was just moments ago, I hold his hand and we took two steps forward. Into the deep black nothing I had been so afraid of, in the past. But for that part of my story, I was not. Not the slightest little bit. I was indeed, a little happy. Happy for this being the end, for myself making this the final chapter of a book I never wrote. And not giving another one the opportunity to do so. Not even death or time, but myself.

Whether in this life, nor in another.

I always wanted to create my own universe, give my life its own direction. But for now it was the sirens, the noises. The unbearable heat in my legs, the buzzing in my head, that created another way and forced me into it, with a strength I never had. Once more, fortune was running against me. In time and opportunities. In a endless labyrinth of a life, I was just about to end, a moment ago.