"𝔈𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔟𝔢𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔞𝔫 𝔢𝔫𝔡, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔴𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔫𝔢𝔴 𝔟𝔢𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰."

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Falling.

Time slowed down when she plummeted at the bridge that one stormy night.

The loud splash drowned by the whistling wind, the crippling pain shooting all over her body when jagged rocks pierced through her skin, and the cracking of her bones at the impact—she was certain she'd gone through those as the raging current of waters swallowed her battered state underneath. All the while her lungs ached for the air she stubbornly denied in her submersion.

Yet why couldn't she feel any form of pain? Her eyes were wide opened, but the abyss of infinite darkness was all she could see. Did it mean she had indeed crossed the realms of the dead?

Ah, good news then. After all, that was what she wanted—to perish in this world. The world where every new morning held a promise of a curse to her well-being. An endless, suffocating cycle.

She longed to escape it, and alas! She found a way!

It was over.

Her root of suffering could no longer come after her.

No more pain. No more shedding of tears. No more worries. I'm . . . I'm finally free. She thought choking with tears of relief.

If floating for eternity amidst the deafening silence of the place was the only answer to escape her ill-fated life, then she'd wholeheartedly embrace it without reservations.

"Would you like a fresh start?"

A voice?

Not just one, but a combination of a little girl and boy simultaneously talking in a melancholic voice.

"Do you?"

A weak smile grazed her lips at the unmistakable pity dripping in their tone and another she couldn't quite wrap her fingers on. If someone asked her before would she take it? Her breathing constricted at the obvious answer.

"Just let me die."

The voices surprised her at their sudden heartfelt giggling. "But that's not what you really want."

Not what she really wanted? All of her life she'd never been so certain, but this one! How dare them!

All her impending protests were swept away when a blinding vortex of light materialized where she was falling into. Her once dull pair of hazel brown eyes briefly widened at the sight. She wanted to shut them, but she just couldn't when the vortex took the form of an enthralling, shimmering sheer white veil whipping aimlessly everywhere as if a wind made it flutter. Her once smooth descent harshly accelerated as if gravity was pulling her down straight into it. And it did. The veil parted when she came closer; falling straight through it as a foreign, chilling sensation enwrapped her as a whole.

Her once forgotten lungs decided to pump some air into her system. She gasped, collecting for the element it required.

The once comforting abyss was then replaced by disconcerting thick, black clouds on the horizon. And she was still falling relentlessly . . . from the sky.

It was a little bit too late when the realization dawned upon her. Quite too late that the last she remembered was the view of the wide purple fields below, swiftly closing in at an alarming speed.

Those voices! What did they do?

With nothing else to do, she simply cradled her head in her arms and dauntingly waited for one of a hell excruciating pain for the second time around. One where her brain would lovingly taint the purple field red. This time, she'd surely not survive it.

Double dead.

Not funny at all.

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