The pain was ignorable, so long as he didn't move too much. His limbs were bent awkwardly, some beneath his body as he laid there in the rubble of what was once some family's home. Blood pooled and caught flecks of ash as they drifted down from a swirling sky of thick black smoke through which no sunlight shone. Instead an eerie glow of orange and red illuminated the city's skeletal skyline.
The thought of dying flooded his senses. Panic rose in his mind until he gained control of the turmoil. Trying to relax, he examined why he wanted to live. He thought of all the people he loved, the projects he'd started, the plans he had, the work yet undone. But a new thought washed over him with cool tranquility. He no longer had to worry about all that.
His loved ones had each other as much as they had him. Someone else would come along and do everything he would've set out to do, and maybe even better. Though he'd not done everything he wanted to, his life had already been filled with fun and