Moments Before Death

     Mikalaj laid there in the grass, covered in his own blood-- bleeding into the soil. He stared up at the sky quietly, his normally pale purple eyes seemingly more pale than normal, along with his skin. Blinking slowly and letting out a soft, shaky sigh, a small smile spread across his face-- tears rolling down the sides of his face. This was the end, huh? Not how he envisioned it. But he felt… a faint feeling of happiness behind pain. Happiness that-- he was finally free. Free from this cruel world-- free from his own mind and his thoughts. Free.

     He closed his eyes and swallowed thickly, hands resting over top of the wound in his chest, a soft, weak, chuckle escaping him as his breathing slowed to a stop, and he fell relaxed-- one last breath fleeing his lips as he passed away.