He ran, faster than he had ever run before.

The rain ripped through his clothes, soaking him to the bone, still he ran.

Faster, he thought, FASTER!

How had it turned out like this? How had he turned out this way?

He stumbled, stopping as he tried to catch his breath before turning his tall lanky frame slowly around to face his now-decided fate.

A shot rang out from the rain-blurred fog beyond.

No one was there to witness his cry, or see him fall to his knees in agony.

No one saw him as he lay in the mud, the rain washing away the blood from the hole in his chest.

Alone, he thought, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

I am going to die here, alone...

This can't be how it ends.

His consciousness slipped through the cracks in his vision like the blood through his fingers as he tried in vain to cover his wound and thought of her.

Jane...