"𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗..."
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"Why are you smiling so much Seishu?"
"You smile, I smile, that's the way it works (Y/n)."
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'We are all broken, that's how the light gets in.' – Ernest Hemingway
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"So this is what the last moments are like?" I thought to myself, taking one last deep breath before my body fell to the ground with a loud thud. The sound echoed in my ears as my eyesight began to blur, I felt a warm liquid, the color of royal red rushing out of my flesh. It spread out like a river exploring an unknown world.
The pain was intense, but it was nothing compared to the fear that gripped me. I knew that I was dying, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of regret for the things I had left undone. As my vision started to fade, my eyes brimmed with tears, and I wondered what would happen next.
Then, the world went black, as if someone had turned out the lights. The ringing in my ears grew louder, and I felt weightless, as if I were floating away. I wondered if this was what it felt like to die, if there was an afterlife, or if this was truly the end. . . . As my last moments approached, I felt a rush of memories flooding my mind, each one more vivid than the last. They came in waves, like a tide that I couldn't control. I saw myself as a newborn, cradled in my mother's arms, and then as a toddler, taking my first steps. I saw my first day of school, my first crush, my first heartbreak.
But then, a certain memory caught my eye, and I felt a lump form in my throat. It was a memory of a man with sunflower blonde hair, someone who had been an important part of my life. I could see his face so clearly, as if he were standing right in front of me.
"I'm sorry I couldn't be with you to see you graduate High school, Seishu," she had said, her voice filled with regret.
As the memory faded, I felt a sense of loss wash over me. I knew that I would never get a chance to see him again, to tell him how much he meant to me. The tears streamed down my face, and I felt a sense of regret for all the things I had left undone. I wished that I could turn back time, to relive those moments once again.
