Memento Mori

Levi, someone who's always felt worthless his whole life, was determined to die that night, but Seth, a seemingly psychopathic billionaire, was more determined to take him home...to live with him for fifty days with everything anyone can ever dream of. But there's always a catch in something good.

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"Live with me for fifty days, Levi. You can put off your death for fifty more days, live in this huge mansion with everything you can ever dream of however you want to. You can continue living your damned life or continue ending your damned life afterward; I won't care. Either way, you'll die at the end. Isn't that what you wanted?"

He could hear her from last night. Her voice, serene, convincing, and promising, ringing in his head like church bells again, obnoxiously truthful and tempting. Then he thought, what is heaven before hell?

"If you're doing this to change my mind about dying during those fifty days, don't waste your time. Nothing's ever going to change my mind." He spoke in fake bravery. She looked amused, the ends of her lips curving upward.

"Don't worry. I don't plan on changing my mind either."

That seemed like a relief, but something inside of him doesn't feel like it.

"What do I have to do during those fifty days?" because there's always a catch in something good.

"Oh, not much, but we can do everything. And we'll start with stealing a car."

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HERR DANIEL. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
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a story made by my lack of purpose and boredom.
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