Just a drabble. I know who's POV this is, I pictured him clearly in my mind as I wrote it, but I couln't fit his name in there (what with drabbles being limited to 100 words and all that)... but perhaps you can guess who it is, anyway :)
In the shadows between two buildings, I see him draw his gun.
In choosing between fight and flight, I hesitate.
In the instant between the click and the bang, my choice is made for me.
In the distance between the gun and my flesh, I see my past.
In the moment between the hit and the fall, I see a future without me.
In the pause between the darkness and the light, there is a peace.
Between birth and death, there is a place called life.
I am in that place between living and dying… and I choose to live.