THE COMPANION
It's funny how, when you're at the very end, wondering if this could be your last breath; everything that you were, everything that you could be and everything that you are flashes right by you. In just a second.
One would think that you'd remember about all those times you had a laugh. All those times which were unknowingly your last:
The last time you talked to your old friend whom you just stopped hanging out with; now that I am lying here, I wish we could have spent more time together.
Well... things down that road.
Anyway.
Right now the only thing that I can picture is: ME.
Wandering through some woods at some place, holding hands with someone that I could have met.
I can see my works finally published. I could've been famous.
Don't get me wrong, the time I spent with him: I wouldn't change it for the world, and I definitely don't regret it. If given a choice, I will gladly do it all over again.
It's just that- when you're at your very end, you can't help but wonder:
"How did I end up here?"
I don't exactly know how long it's been, you see time...
It's a bit different with him.
I was seventeen when I first met him, I think I am a little over twenty five now.
It's just an assumption though, I can be a little more or a little less than that.
Do you know what my biggest fear is? It is a bit comical, but I can't not help to think about it.
Sometimes I wonder if its just all inside of my head, that maybe just maybe, it hasn't been that long. Perhaps I just met him a day or a week ago.
Now that I think of him, all that I can do is laugh.
For someone called "Lord of Time", he surely looses track of it immediately.
I can feel my body go limp, it's not painful yet I can't help but cry.
I'm not sad or regretting anything, because for the things that I have seen , and the thing that I know, dying is surely a small price to pay.
Now that I am at my very last breath, I'm more than happy; because not many people can say that they travelled the universe in a POLICEBOX.
End of Chapter I