𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 ― 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊

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┏━°⌜ 不死身 ⌟°━┓
1998
┗━°⌜ 不死身 ⌟°━┛
╰┈➤ ❝ Why can't I just die? Is it too much to ask? ❞

Do you know how it feels when some people are involved in fatal vehicle accidents yet survive?

Some people might just trip, putting their lives in danger like get a little scratch. But what happens if it got worse? A sprain, a strain or even...  death.

Humans may call something lucky or unlucky, but life and death have never been a question of 'luck'.

My eyes tell me... Everything I need to know.

It's all 'fate.'

The unexpected heavy rain in Tokyo, Japan caused a frenzy as people scrambled to find cover.

Amidst the chaos, a young teenage girl who seemed to be still in highschool navigated her way through the crowded streets with a red umbrella in hand, carefully making her way to the pedestrian lane on the other side. "Excuse me, I'm sorry! Please let me through!" A woman apologized as she bumped into people along the way, trying to balance her umbrella and a cup of coffee in her hands.

As she hurried along, the teenager's (eye color) eyes scanned the crowd, taking note of a woman with the dark brown hair tied on a bun who seemed to be causing chaos everywhere she went. The teenager's gaze was fixed on the woman, looking into her death rate which appeared to be 41 and was highlighted yellow. "Please make way, thank you!" The woman's heels clicked against the rocky street as she rushed past the highschool girl, almost colliding with the (hair colored) teenager but the girl quickly stepped away to make some way for the woman.

"That was a close one." Whispering to herself she looked behind her to watch the woman run to the other side. "I didn't touch her, right?" she asks herself as someone bump their shoulder to hers, making her stagger and drop her umbrella, the pain her shoulder aching from the sudden force as she groans in pain. "! Oh no...!"

Looking at the person who bumped her, the person was a grown man who wore just a plain dark blue shirt and black pants, the grown man looked at her as he noticed her odd behavior. "Tch, why aren't you walking? Waiting to be hit by a car?" he rudely said to the stunned highschool girl, who in reply didn't answer him but stay stilled, staring at him. "Tch, what a hindrance." Not wanting to see a suicide in front of him, he walked away, unknown of what the teenage girl was staring at. She was staring at the number on his figure that was flashing yellow. It was 76, then it increases.

77... 78... 79

"No... please no." Reaching out her hand to call out to the man, but her voice wasn't helping her, she can only stop and watch as the number increases and turning red as it went to 80.

80... 81... 82-- 85--

"His number is increasing..." with shaky hands and slowly picking up her umbrella she frowns. "It's because we touched... it's all my fault." Suddenly she snapped out of her doze state when she heard a tire screech, alarmed she look at the scene in front of her. The man from before dropped his umbrella and fell on his back from shock, if the truck didn't stop in time he was crushed for sure, bones broken, gotten into a coma or even death.

"Hey! What's wrong with you! Look where you're going! Do you want to live? If I didn't brake quickly, you could have died!" The driver of a truck shouted in the window, "If you have a death wish, don't mess with ordinary people like us!" another person shouted inside the truck, as the man in dark blue shirt who was still in the ground shaking in fear cursed. "Fuck, I didn't expect a truck to suddenly appear!" he shouts.