When I fell of a bridge, I expected to see darkness, not a kaleidoscope of colors.
Then I felt pain.
Memories that weren't mine filtered into my brain.
Memories of loves gained
Memories of loved ones lost
Memories of what could haves; of what would have.
Memories that never happened
Memories that would never happen
Memories of adventure. Of tragedy. Of despair.
and Hope.
Then I felt myself impact onto a wooden surface, slowly losing consciousness, the last thing I see was a blurry figure wearing a blue and red outfit.
