"Life? It can be taken in an instant;
But in that same instance,
it can also blossom to the fullest."
Beep.
Beep. Beep.
Beep. Beep.
Beep.
Morning dawned;
However, it was more of the same as she had come to expect.
Ever since she was diagnosed with that incurable illness, every morning was a different battle for her.
Her own personal hell.
The food never tasted the same.
The things she used to love doing never had the same flair it used to.
The times when she enjoyed her day slowly but surely started to lessen.
Every color in her world drained to reveal a dark shade of grey.
Every hope that she had malevolently resurfaced as despair.
Every second felt like an hour,
and every hour felt like an entire lifetime.
Her time felt borrowed. It felt like the paths and roads she could have taken in her life was slowly being demolished. One by one, all the roads leading to her future slowly dwindled.
And sure enough, the hospital equipment that acted as her alarm clock and lullaby forced that thought into her mind.
Artificial beeps on her every side dwindled her sense of direction.
...I can't open my eyes.
I cannot even open my eyes...
She wanted to claw her eyes out had she been able to move at all.
Nevertheless, it was impossible. It was as though her eyes were sewn together with her own eyelids--
No matter how much she wanted to open them, an invisible force kept shutting it close.
Open, damn you.
Open.
Open...
The girl was too frail to even attempt to view the world as it stood. Her world turned into the constant darkness that she used to see every time she blinked or slept. Now, she didn't even need to do anything to see it.
And no matter how much she wanted to call for help, her voice was non-existent—a magic spell doomed to exist in a fairy-tale.
The abyss gladly welcomed her to its den;
naught but the deepest darkness nested in her view.
Her breathing gradually transformed into dull attempts of weeping.
I don't want this.
I don't want to suffer.
Help me.
Pain nestled dearly in her chest, a feeling that was unlike the agony that she experienced in her daily life ever since she got her illness;
it was a pain that came from her core; her soul.
What was she to do in her state?
Is this... my last day?
I refuse to accept it.
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Reincarnation
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