I wish I’d kissed him harder and told him I love him. I wish I’d let go of my shackles and confessed my feelings earlier. Maybe everything would be different. Maybe I wouldn’t be lying here, choking on my own blood and leaving the world with so many regrets. But it’s too late. It’s true, you know. The end comes once you realize it’s too late. Ivan’s shoe slams into my ribs and darkness sucks me into its clutches.
