He may have been shot in the chest, but he'd died long before from a broken heart. By the look on his face, it was certainly clear that he was in tremendous pain but in his eyes one could also have seen that death came as a welcome respite rather than a tragedy. He staggered to his feet hoping he could at least reach the door before he ran out of strength. A small part of him wanted nothing more than just a glimpse of the beach where they used to spent their summer watching the beautiful calm blue sea and building sand castles ,but his legs were too weak and clumsy to carry his body anywhere further. At this point it finaly dawned to him that he was going to bleed to death in this room, instead he dragged himself and started crawling towards the window leaving a trail of blood in his path. Life was slowly slipping out of him and he hadn't moved a few metres before he gave up in his efforts to move at all. He may have lingered for at least five minutes before he finaly breathed his last. It was Vimbai that came to mind in his dying moments, he had hoped that killing the man who had murdered his wife would make him feel any better but instead it had conjured a certain sadness and ofcourse it had left him with a bullet in his chest. He knew she wouldn't have wanted him to avenge her, the last thing he did in his life was to betray her. He no longer felt her presence like he used to, he wanted so badly to hear her voice speak in his mind like it had since she died, but there was nothing. Even the beautiful memories of her were gone, all that was left were the ugly ones and so when death finaly came he was ready for it. He died a lonely and broken man. The next morning when the caretaker found his body, he saw that he had written something on the floor with his blood "VIMBAI IM SORRY" it read.