He looked up, gasping for the cold air. All he could see were the stars. The beauty of the of the night sky was the only comfort he had now. He looked up, as tears blurred his eyes and a cold shiver ran through him. He knew that he deserved this, yet it was still too much to take. He hoped that maybe he’d be forgiven for what he did, but looking back on it all, he doubt he would be given mercy. He took one last look up at the beautiful stars, as he breathed in air of the present, yet he lived in the past. He held his bleeding wound and fell asleep. A sleep that was his last, but also his first.