Chapter # 12.1

The blood was rushing to his head. He had taken every beating, every bullet and every stab to not be standing in this moment. And no matter how many times his unconscious had tried to prepare him, ready him- nothing could estimate the time he was now standing in. He was feeling like everything he ever did in the name of Sara O'Brian had gone to waste. His whole existence felt like a waste. Because the end of this story seems so unpredictable. He had always thought if someone had to die, it was him. He was suppose to die for her, he had given his whole life so she could breathe so why...why just for his few counted breaths, she put her own life on the line? He didn't want to be here, he could still smell the scent of her blood, and it was imprinted in his mind, making him dizzy. He felt like he was swallowing it, his throat felt too damn tight. Breathing was getting harder as he tried to devour the small breaths of air he could still breathe but God, he no longer wanted t