Colt's POV
I HAD never been terrified in my entire life knowing that I was going to die—of what to come after death. Was there really an afterlife? Like Heaven or hell?
I believed in God, but I was not a religious person. I remembered God during the happiest and toughest moments, but that was all.
Before I bled out, I begged for forgiveness. I begged Him to give me another chance. I even begged Him to give me a little time to tell everyone how much they meant to me. Then, I did not get the answer. I watched myself bled and felt the blood oozing out of my system—that was the scariest thing I'd ever experienced.
Then I woke up in the arms of the woman I loved. Iris cried again, and I couldn't stop her regardless of how I cooed her. I knew she blamed herself for what happened to me, yet I, myself couldn't blame her for that, and I was even guilty for letting her go through that pain again.