She stepped out of the car, and on to the corner. The light changed and she started across the street. She never saw the car. She never felt a thing.
Me in the third person.
Funny thing is, I used to regret those flashes of mortality. The effect that it would have on the ones I love. How could I ever think of such a thing?
But, now, why not? When you’re living day to day you don’t have regrets. You do what you need to.
But I’m still here. And I doubt I’ll ever get the chance to exit this life gracefully early. No, I’m here to have all the stuff happen to me, so that it doesn’t need to happen to someone else. Silly thing is, I prefer it that way. If someone else does get an easier life, because of the knocks I take in mine, then it’s worth it.