Never - Dennor
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What would it be like to listen to the last words spoken to you? More importantly, what would it be like if you wanted to say one more goodbye, say you love them, even look into their eyes for the last time, but you found yourself incapable of doing any of that? No matter how much you yearned to answer, you couldn't respond?
In a car crash, the Norwegian man who goes by many names was found to be maimed. Once put into emergency care, naturally his family makes an appearance, but under the circumstances, there is an unavoidable one-sided discussion.
The Norwegian traffic is at an all-time high, in addition to a falling declaration, rioting people and mass chaos. However, everything spins out of control when the biggest automobile accident in the century occurs.
"'It’s okay for you to leave, but we all want you to stay.'
His words struck a chord in me. If it had been before the crash I would have hit him, calling him annoying and cheesy.
Now, though..? That’s a different story.
All I wanted in those few seconds was the ability to say 'thank you.'"
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