One step.

I know that when I took that one step, and shoved him out of the way of firing range,
That my life would be over,
But, it wasn’t… It was the ending and the starting of another life.
Maybe a life I wouldn’t want to finish, maybe a life of
lonely nights, crying, agony…
Or maybe
Just maybe,
A life that starts with me, and him.
But I don’t know,
That’s why you ‘Always make each step count,’
and I did.
“Every step I take is for him.”

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