"So, this is it", he thinks. He had never imagined his ending being like this, in a icy, snowy day. With nowhere to go. Alone, in the cold. At least, everything will be finished after today. "You can't die", his mind tells him. "But I don't want to keep going. It hurts. I feel heavy. If I die, all of this will go away. I can't stop this suffering. But death can. Dying will be the peace I've been waiting for…"
He closes his eyes and lets everything go. He's like a feather falling slowly from the sky. All his strength is gone. And if this is it, then he's glad it is.
A while after, his mouth betrays him.
"I'm not dead yet".
He feels himself being lifted. So, this is not it. He will live.
But he doesn't know if he's happy about it.
