My head pounded with every breath, every thought, every
movement, which meant the moments that didn’t hurt were so rare and unexpected
they were almost more painful.
Stopping wasn’t an option, not until I was dead, my mission
was complete, or God himself came down and stopped me. And that one was a 50/50
bet.
The breaths became shallower, the thoughts hazier, the steps
smaller. But I couldn’t stop, I had to deliver this message.
My lungs began to burn and my legs gave way, but my mind was
just able to see…
God himself appearing before me.
75/25, maybe.
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