===??? POV===

Despairing that I died by such an overused cliche tears poured down my face as I stared at the sky

“Why god, WHY? How could I wait … “ I never actually recalled dieing in the gas station. This is kinda embarrassing, I’m not sure whether to laugh or cry, screw it I’ll do both.

“WaaaHaWaaaHaWaaaHa” not the most elegant of sounds but I’ve done what no novel protagonist has done before. Anyway back to the past.

=Earlier=

So robber Gentleman was threatening flirting with the woman and I was getting reading to be a stupid idiot beauty saving hero and so.

“Heheh UGH cough*” (Skinny)

The woman knees the skinny robber in the balls rejects his advances and the proceeds to punch his face repeatedly cheer him up until he is unconscious falls asleep due the emotional rollercoaster. The muscle robber gentleman notices his  friends predicament Ugh this whole censoring my thought this is taking too much effort rushes over to help him.

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“YOU BITCH” (Muscle)

Muscle robber he's a criminal and this is a shity situation deal with it rushes over with his machete ready for a overhead swing, the woman takes a step forward gives a slight jump to gain momentum and catches the muscle robber in the chin with a high kick causing his eyes to roll up and slump unconscious. The woman then proceeds to go to a corner of the store grap several cable ties. She first ties their arms behind their back then there legs together and to one of the shelves. After which she removes their masks shows there faces to the cctv camera.

“Hey you” (Woman)

“Yes” (Cashier)

“Call the police” (Woman)

“Yes Ma’am” (Cashier)

Stunned into silence by such a display I stare at her in a daze until *pow* my wallet hits me in the nose which results in a brief flash a white in my vision, and a not so brief period of pain while blood pours down my now bruised nose. But now I’m no longer dazed and a wave of fear hits me as my brain starts functioning again. The fear lasts until “i’m sorry” the super badass and scary woman takes a one-eighty and gone is the strict, cool beauty whose aura demands obedience and is suddenly replaced with a somewhat meek, somewhat naive childhood friend type girl , which caused my brain to once again shut down. Of course it remains that way until a tissue is thrust in front of of my face. Only after taking the tissue and holding up to my nose do I look at where it came from. The woman that handed it to me has a slight blushed face and I don't know why until I look at the Irrelevant packet she's trying to discreetly hide, of course the true form of the tissue is Irrelevant.

After a some time of awkwardness I resolve myself to remove this awkward atmosphere. After spending some more time think of what to say. Finally after a few minutes of silence.

“Umm “You ….” I …”

I want to cry

=Now=

“Hahahaha past me is such a loser” even if it's been less than a day since then, I think? Not important. The important thing is I’m pretty sure I died because I dug a hole and buried myself. .