Prologue

  How do you want to die? I’ve always asked myself this question. Should I simply wait my days and die a peaceful death, or should I die a violent but instant death. I’ve asked this question several times already and I still don’t know the answer to it. But, one thing is for sure… and that was the fact that I’m dead. Yes, I died. I don’t remember how… but I knew that I was dead.

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  You’re probably wondering how I’m talking to you right now? Well, I don’t know. Then again, am I even talking to anyone? I’m probably just talking to myself. Am I crazy? Maybe… huh? Do I… have regrets?

  … I do. There’s no one in the world that won’t have regrets. Whether you succeed or not, you’re bound to always have regrets. You would always think, “what if I did this? Or what if I didn’t do this?” It’s human nature to regret… well, in my case, it is. I regret many things. But the one thing I regret the most is leaving those I loved behind. Maybe… just maybe, I can say goodbye to them one more time… well, like that’s going to happen.

  *weak chuckle*

  Remember…

  … I’m dead.