A tear rolled down to my frozen cheeks, and my lips were as cold as the breeze of tomorrow.
My body lay cold on the forgotten bridge and my blood gradually seeped away from my flesh.
I lay there still, swamped on my own blood, waiting for Death's mercy to come. But as the white fairies arrived one by one from the skies, my soul grew weary from waiting.
I gathered all what's left of my strength and forced myself to sit down. There I jostled with my own body until I reached the other side of the steel bridge. I sat at its end, huffing what's left from my lungs. My vision was no longer clear, and I knew my time's end is near.
Struggling, I lifted my quivering arm and took my wallet. There I pulled out the photograph of my beloved. I closely held unto it. My breath was getting shallow and I'm barely holding on. My whole body ached, but as the white fairies gracefully took turns dancing on the winds, it grew number and number until I barely felt anything.
My eyes grew heavier and my whole body shuddered from the snow. But rejoice! I no longer have to wait, for Death hath come and beckoned on my pleas of mercy.
Garbed in black clothes, and eyes as red as my blood, Death kneeled down beside my exhausted body.
"You lived well," he praised. "You no longer have to suffer and witness the brutality of men. You no longer have to see the chaos of war, for I have to come to bring your end."
I was glorious, for I no longer have to suffer. I no longer have to kill another man with my tainted hands. I no longer have to stab another man to save my life. I no longer have to battle for a promised freedom, for my freedom came, with the price of my own end.
"Thank you." My frozen chapped lips remarked. And as I muttered those words, I was fulfilled. I no longer feel, for I am no longer alive.