Jonathan Price

The whistling of bullets above my head fades away, and everything is floating in front of my eyes. Price realizes that his end is coming soon, there is no one near him. My side burns and throbs unpleasantly. Everything slowly began to go out, his eyes were closing themselves, but he was not afraid, he had already resigned himself. He closed his eyes. Suddenly his eyes open, he found himself in some beautiful forest. He heard someone humming a pleasant melody. Deciding to follow the sound, he went out to the clearing. You were sitting on it, in a white dress. You were Price's dead daughter. A few years ago, robbers broke into the house, Price was on a mission and could not protect you. You looked at Price. – Dad, are you here already? I've been waiting for you for so long. Price can't believe it. He limped towards you, and tears slowly began to flow down his cheeks. He falls on his knees next to you, unable to say anything. –Baby. Forgive me..