He ran and ran and ran but he knew it was
Inevitable, the dread in his mind told him so. He could not escape the cold,deadly, damp hands of the reaper this time as he had long ago, his breaths became faster his legs became slower until he came to a stop.
He thought about all that had happened in life and all his regrets 'I wish I could've tried new things' he thinks ' I wish that I could've made a difference' he thought. He felt terrible that all of his friends would never know the cause because of how selfish he had been to keep all of it to himself.
He became paler, his breathing slowed and his heartbeats became more spaced out, he could barely hear the thump of his heartbeat, he remembered his school and all the fun times he had though he thought he would rejoice when he no longer had to go to school but it no longer seemed that way.
He foolishly wasted one of his last breaths of air screaming, not any words but just one of pure agony he began hyperventilating as he realized he had just sealed his fate by hyperventilating, he held his breath as to pass out so the experience would be less painful.
All he saw was black and then it was over and he felt nothing and he never would again.
It was all over and that was that
