120真的很短。
Bullet
It takes me almost a minute to remember my first name and the better part of another to realize that I'm on my back on the sidewalk. I figure that's how I know, even if "knowing" isn't really the word I'm looking for.
Or maybe it's the way they all make a point of looking at me without really looking - no eye contact, that sort of thing. The pedestrians, the buildings, the street signs, all of them ignoring me even as they stare. Even as the life escapes from between my lips, viscous and bitter.
I know that I have mere heartbeats remaining, maybe less. But I can't tear my eyes away from the sun.
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