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.