7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN
They say that when you die your brain stays active for 7 minutes.
These are my minutes.
It ended with a boy.
I thought it started with him too, but I’m beginning to wonder if I’m wrong. I wonder if I’ve been wrong about a lot of things.
I have 7 minutes to figure it out. Just a fistful of seconds to sort my entire life before it slips away from me forever. No one can save me. Not even him. I am my only hope, and I’ve never had much faith in me. But if there’s ever been a time to start believing, it’s now because I don't want to die. Not after I just learned how to live.
How to love.