Determined not to succumb to the darkness, he summoned the frail remnants of strength that lingered within his battered body.
With great effort, he attempted to push himself closer to the footpath just a few centimeters away.
He knew that lying on the asphalt would grant him a semblance of peace, but the weight of acceptance felt heavy on his heart. He couldn't bring himself to face the pain and suffering that would inevitably befall his mother, the only family he had left in this world.
"I—I can't die," he murmured, his resolve igniting a flicker of hope.
Summoning every ounce of adrenaline coursing through him, he somehow managed to roll onto the footpath, landing with his eyes fixed ahead.
He dared to believe that he might just survive this ordeal; someone would surely pass by and call for an ambulance.
All he had to do was wait.
