If I Only Could

There were two things I was sure of in that moment: the first being that I going to die, and the second one being that I was making it count. It was a good death – noble, even. I didn't want to go; there were still years I wanted to live—places I wanted to see—things I wanted to say. But most of all, there was one person I wanted to see: the one who promised that I can't hurt him.