As I lay in the cold alley, bleeding out, a gunshot through my abdomen, I can feel my life force draining out onto the cobbled ground. I knew I never should've trusted her. I tried to give her the benefit of the doubt... guess she proved me wrong. I don't even mourn my fate, I deserve this; I deserve this terrible fate because I believed, so stupidly, that there was still some good in this hopeless place we call a world. I only have one regret, never saying goodbye to my daughter. As I'm slowly fading away, I picture my little girl, my sweet, innocent little girl, and I grieve, not over the fact that I'm dying, but over the fact that my daughter has to grow up in a terrible world that I always said I would fix, even if it was just a little. I used to send her off to school every day and every time she would say, "What's your job again, daddy?" I'd reply, "I'm off to make the world a better place for my little princess to grow up in." She'd always giggle, then run off to join her friends. I had my neighbor drop her off to school this morning, because I was too tired to get out of bed. I will never get to see my baby again, and I have to die, knowing that I have failed her, and left her to the wolves... to this hopeless humanity.524Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUGFVD8pcKb
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