Deaths Feat

Blood swelled profusely on my mangled chest. I heaved in the last remains of my life, savoring the cold whip of the slashing winds- now chanting my name. Nothing was flashing before my eyes- as the heroines in stories did -but the painful silence of my almost unbeating heart now disturbed me. I wanted to fight for my life. Not for me though; for my loved ones that were as close as ever awaiting in my cozy hovel. At least i could die fighting for- what i thought is right.

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