Chapter 20

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Death is the wish of some, the relief of many, and the end of it all.

-Marcus Annaeus Seneca The Elder

A blind light hurts my eyes, my mind peaceful but my body still hurting with every breath I take. I hear the sound of constant beeping. I hear some kids play in the background as if they're far... far away.

I open my eyes, I see daylight shining through the windows. First all blurry... but then I start seeing more and more.

Somebody is holding my hand, a soft hand over mine in a comforting way. I look to the side to see...

Who is it?

(You can choose your ending here. Choose wisely!)

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