Dying as I lived

A rattling cough shook him as he laid in his den, sighing as he took as deep of a breath as he could to get air back into his lungs. He had gone through countless colds and illnesses before, but this felt different. He looked out through the entrance of the den, watching the clouds drifting by over the tops of the trees. He was old, he knew that. His joints made it just about impossible to do any kind of hunting or fighting. Or do more than walk really. He sighed again and let his eyes close. He wondered where Creed was. He knew his brother had left, but he didn't know where. He hoped that wherever he was he was happy. Same for Cross... even though he hadn't seen their other brother in ages now. He only wished that he had done more with his life. He had been too worried about causing a bother or worrying any one that he just kept to himself. And now it was too late to change it. He tried to open his eyes, but they just felt so heavy. He was tired. He was always tired these days. Maybe he should just go to sleep... It was the middle of the day, but who was around to judge? He drifted off to sleep and slowly his shallow breaths began to slow till simply stopped breathing. He peacefully and unassumingly passed away in his sleep, finding a painless peace somewhere else other than this world.

"SPEAK"