Ezra
You can never tell the thoughts or words that would go through your mind when your life flashes before your eyes.
For some people, they might have a brief glimpse of all their memories.
For some, it might be a loved one’s face at the back of their eyes.
But for me…it’s…nothing.
But before the nothing, there was a moment I gave it all up. My sympathy, my olive branch, my forgiveness.
I pushed them all to the back of my mind, and I locked it there.
No more.
Not when I watched that bullet pierce through Wren’s stomach. Not when her body jerked from the force. And definitely not when I saw the blood soak her cardigan.
And now, I don’t see anything except the faces of the people who hurt her. I don’t hear anything except for the ringing in my ears.
I don’t feel anything.
Becaus
