Killing Gandhi

You wake up to a beautiful morning, not knowing what to do with yourself after having one thing that consumed your life for so long. You start to just walk around when a newspaper blows into your face. You pick it up and read it, it says, "Gandhi an Active Hostage at Park." Your stomach drops to the floor. You know that you could have prevented this, if you just held out for one more day. You could have prevented this, but you think, you still can prevent this. You still know his schedule for the day, so you go to the place of the shooting. You go to help people out of the area, but instead a bullet hits you square in the heart while running somebody over to safety. You see them run away while crying, for you. You realize what is happening, and you are suddenly okay with it. You saved a life. For that you are happy and content. Your vision blurs and you go towards the light. Your long and hard journey is finally over.