AYLA MARIN

When we are on the verge of death, it is common to say that normally life passes before our eyes like a short and direct movie, or we watch those we love in slow motion, struggling not to leave this cruel world, in my case, none happened of the two, as I ran with the jeep and drove away from that war between the Kings, I just wanted to get out of there and never come back, I was already far away and I could hardly hear the shots anymore, I felt free for the first time in weeks, the wind it hit my face carrying my copper hair along with it, all I wanted most was to see my family again, however, the sound of a slicing shot came up, and it hit one of my car's tires, as I was in At high speed, I felt the vehicle suffer a thud, my body flew along with the bodywork of the jeep, as I was wearing my seat belt, before my eyes, I see time pass cruelly without mercy. And when I realize it, the day is gone and the night arrives cold and silent, showing me that life is now. Right in front of the m