[ WP ] Do n't leave me , you 're my best friend .

They say that before you die your life flashes before your eyes. You relive all of your greatest memories, your happiest times with family and friends. They ’ re wrong. When death ’ s lips are moments from yours you only live one moment; your deepest regret. 
 
 I tried to shove him off my arm, but he would not let go. God I was so stupid. Our eyes locked. The tears were flowing from his as he continued his forlorn attempt at making me stay. 
 
 “ Don ’ t leave me, you ’ re my best friend ”, he stuttered. 
 
 Those words hit me harder than any of the bullets that now lay in my tattered, limp corpse. 
 
 For the smallest fraction of a second I wanted to stay. To throw everything I had been working for out the window. To pretend that there was no war raging right outside on our country ’ s doorstep. To abandon everything for our friendship. To be safe. 
 
 I convinced myself that pretending was not an option. That it was only a matter of time before this town, just like the hundreds of others, would be burned to the ground. 
 
 I grabbed him by the collar and shoved him off of me. And before I walked out the door, it happened. I said the words that had brought my dying conscience to this very moment. How I wish the world that I hadn ’ t said them. 
 
 “ If you weren ’ t such a god damned coward, then we ’ d both be leaving to the front! Fucking coward! ” 
 
 He looked hurt. They hurt me too, but on the outside all I showed was disgust. 
 
 He ’ d never see me again, and neither would anyone else I had ever loved.
