H is for Hero
It's true what they say. In that split second before you die our life flashes before your eyes.
You get to see all your triumphs and regrets. You get to wish that you had done things differently. All the while knowing that its too late now.
At the same time all the little details of the present moment stick in your mind. The look on the drivers face, the scratches in the cars bumper. Sounds around you both clear and yet distant.
Time stops.
The thud, when it hits you, comes not from the direction you expect. As the world tilts and speed up again.
The pavement is hard beneath you, the car has gone past. Dazed you look to your side, where, breathless, a young man anxiously asks if your alright.
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