A Last Letter for my Stargazer

e and stared outside the floor to ceiling

thin me, and it brought back memories of when I used to have a simpler life

at I'd been craving for since I was you, but I was wrong. The height of my success was onl

till remember every detail of her face. I could see the co

e a walk. The cold night's wind felt soothing on my cheeks.

t another man. There were people left and right passing by. None o

t and didn't notice that there was nobody else around anymore. All of a sudden, I heard a dea

black helmet. When we were on the ground, I hit him four times on the chest as ha

t at me. My years of experience and training was enoug

Thus, I took my chances fought back against them. I threw my phone at the gunman and

mach to keep him from getting up. Pretty soon, I was drained of my energy, but there was still

mmered,

st

tore, likely attempting to get help. I kept the guy pinned on t

elt something dripping on my chest. When I t

he other mugger, pointi

ot, and I was losing blood at an alarming rate. My consc

it was a woman or a man, for all I could see was a silhouette. Along

nd the my vision was becoming darker

pened in your life. But that's not true. You only see glimpses,

myself forward even when every limb I had was crying for me to stop. I could remember

about my family... It's reminding me of the first person

eird little lady. I wasn't initially attracted to her, because I was caught up i

derstand that even at a young age, it was pos

wever fleeting, was enough to make me feel alive. Her smile, her small laughs, and the way

e out every detail of her face. But I still remember how she made me feel. From time

ifferent way. It felt like 7 minutes lasted like an eternity. And the

I saw was the woman I saved. Her eyes were smi

gel, and I'd arrived at the gates of heaven, forgiven for

n't work that