Memory

[ayune01]

he feels cold.
clammy feeling on his entire body.
his life essence bleeding through the wound at his stomach.
his eyes feels heavy.
darkness begin to shrouding his eyes.
something white falling on his already cold face.

'snow's falling...' he mutterred.
'where am i...' his memory slipping.

at the gutter, left for dead.
nobody there to save him
nobody would remember him when he's gone

but he feels satisfied, he had done the best in his struggling life.

~end~