Is this my last moment?
All day I’m fine. Everything is good. Ah, it’s nice to have a good day.
Fuck. Fucking pain in the crown of the head.
That’s fine. Pain in the head isn’t a problem, I can deal with that.
*The heart skips a beat*
No, I’m fine. Just my imagination.
*It skips another*
The body starts getting heavy.
Sit down. Now.
*Another beat is missed*
A quick, shallow breath in.
There’s no pain. Just feels like the heart is stopping.
Maybe a mechanical problem.
Maybe it’s out of will, time to go.