It's sad isn't it? How short a human life really is... How this world treats people... How everything can just fall apart so easily?
Ever since I was born, I always asked myself: "Why do bad things happen to good people?"... I never got my answer everytime I asked.
And yet now... I'm standing in front of my little sister's grave, the answer still have yet to come. I always asked myself everytime I visit her: "Was I a terrible brother?". My head always told me a yes but... My sister never told me that I'm a terrible brother for her.
Despite focusing on making high level technologies for the world, she never once told me that I was one even when I was neglecting her from my works...
Even after her death, I find ways to make myself forget about her death. I tend to work over time, no break whatsoever, no sleep, just whatever I do, keep on working...
But everything I do, everywhere I go, I see her face watching over me, telling me to stop but I ignored it. I wanted to make a machine that can revive people but... It's just... Not possible... A revival machine can't fix anything. She's dead and that's it. The end.
It's the end of her life and I can't can't restore it. Even if I managed to make the machine, the lingering regret will make me to not accept her. "The reality is harsh and we can't change it." Was the lesson that I learned from her in her last moment.
Every steps I move forward, the regrets only build more and more. Everything I touched, will slowly fall apart. I pushed myself working more and more... I started to fall asleep more and more. Everytime I slept, I was sleeping longer and longer...
Until I couldn't wake up anymore. I couldn't feel my legs, I couldn't feel my arms or hand. It feels like I was wrapped around something... It was pitch black... Maybe it's because my eyes aren't even working.
Could've be... That I died? I don't know. I'm still conscious, it didn't feel like I died. A dream? No... If it were one, I wouldn't be able to keep a hold of what I'm thinking... Then... Just what is it?
I couldn't put my head onto it. Even me, who worked countless hours on nanotechnology, miniature ark reactors and many more, I don't have an answer for this strange phenomenon...
Although... If I'm really dead... There's one thing I wished I could've asked in my first life. Something that I was so terrible at doing... All... I want... Is...
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"The ability the change other's fate."
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"Congratulations ma'am, you give birth to a healthy boy!"
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Honkai Impact: The Fulfiller
FanfictionA/N: Story is under Hiatus/Discontinued Everyone has a story laid out for them. For them to change with a purpose they have found. Just not me... I'm not the hero of this story, nor its protagonist. I'm nothing more than someone who has given up on...