[ WP ] `` What does n't kill me has made a tactical error . ''

Tim was a problem. He had fooled me, masquarading as a friend. { Once, he had convinced me he was the solution. } He approached me, like he's done a million times before. This time he came with speed. He did n't stop for the pictures, the sites, he had one goal. He viewed me as just another window. Disposable. And the tragedy is, I was. It was fate. Maybe it was n't the end. Maybe he was my friend. But fate had blown the wind of time. Coming at me full speed, as if teleporting out of the way, missed me just enough to minimise me. But I was foolish enough to believe fate was merciful. He shot down and jabbed me with his other hand, and clicked the close win-
