By Lawrence P.
Some say I am faster than a bullet. In this moment, I would tell those people to go fuck themselves.
I am The Fastest Man Alive, and yet I was not fast enough. She’s gone. I cannot outrun death.
I am The Fastest Man Alive, and I have never been more still in my entire life.
I am The Fastest Man Alive, and I have never seen anything more still in my entire life.
I cannot outrun violence, or sickness, or evil.
I cannot outrun death.
I am The Fastest Man Alive, and yet I couldn’t stop the bullet for her.
Beautifully written.
This is awful
You are certainty entitled to your opinion, although I disagree.
It’s a small moment in a person’s [safe to assume hero’s] life, and in that small moment I think there is a sense of beauty.