Kim stared up at the blinding light, that shone through the white curtains, feeling the tiredness escaping her mind. Standing up, she realised that she had failed. She failed at that second chance. What did she even do? Have sex, have pointless schemes with irrelevant people. Even after getting revenge, that empty feeling still existed in the depth of her soul.
Sighing in disappointment at herself, how ungrateful she is.
She lived, she fucked, she hurt, she schemed, and she regretted.
The only person she could blame is herself.
Her wonderful husband Wang Sheng loved her regardless.
Regardless of her flaws, he was still there, nowhere else.
And now he was gone.
They both died peacefully in the arms of each other.
And that was it.
The only thing she felt anything for, was for him.
The only light in her life was him.
Was this it?
Suddenly the light dimmed and the man once again appeared.
She almost forgot about him.
He sat on the opposite sofa and looked at her. His straight face and his cold eyes peered through her soul.
"you failed." He whispered with a hard tone. His whole body slouching forward with fatigue.
"I know" she whispered equally exhausted. "were you not happy?"
"I was." A bitter taste was left on her tongue as she voiced these words.
"then why? He loved you. And you loved him. But why are you not happy?... What can I do? ...I'm tired, Kim"
"I......… I don't know" her heart stung with a new profound feeling.
"I feel so...…..lost" her eyes stung with tears as she sat up.
"was it him?"
"It was me"
After a long silence, he said, "your statistics showed that you loved him 100%"
"I do love him"
"do you wish to rest? You can try again in the next life"
"yes" she mumbled into the pillow that she clutched onto for dear life.
After what felt like hours, her eyes that once healed beauty and light opened and now was only filled with a dim, darkness that seemed to follow her everywhere.
She murmured into the air, "how long was I asleep?"
"12 years and 2 months"
"wow" she chuckled against herself, her soft and lethargic body still held the melancholic aura that it had originally when it first entered this room a century ago when she had lost all naivety.
"let us go to the next world child".
"hmm"
She felt the air thicken, and her mind becoming delirious, her body went soft and a whoosh of air passed her as she fell back onto the bed.
Opening her eyes, she first saw a room simply decorated with a plain white wallpaper with beautiful patterns adorning the wall, giving it a simple yet elegant vibe.
Sitting up, she felt a migraine emerging as the memories filled her brain.
Ada Williams, a prodigal musician, that at one point was the most searched woman to exist. Her amazing talent in music brought spectators of all kinds to her arena, from animals to the most bitchy female. Everyone fell in love with her music, bringing out emotions that some didn't even know they were capable of expressing.
Ada was quite the pessimistic individual outside of music, she would spend her nights sipping whiskey and play tear-jerking music. But in front of everyone else, she felt that she needed to make music that brought all people together, regardless of sex, gender, religion, race etc...
Her mind had always been controlled by the music, and her body and heart complied.
But the beginning of her downfall began when she met a woman who continued to challenge her.
That woman was mina rain. A woman that was full of envy and jealousy.
She couldn't appreciate the talents of others and would like to ruin them.
She had a deep hatred for her and would find any means to use against her.
Soon Mina's fuse snapped when Ada won the prize of victory, only given by the highest man of the world, Luka Cruz.
Mina had soon destroyed Ada's life with pictures from the past.
Pictures of her ruining her life.
From forged pornographic photos to her smoking and drinking away.
Ada was a depressed individual, that relied on many things to keep her going, such as an endless supply of alcohol, music and the sound of rain.
Seeing everyone hating her lifestyle made her even more dependent.
Soon she died of alcohol poisoning
Ada looked into the mirror to peer at herself, seeing the unparallel looks she gave a bored sigh.
From where she is in the story, it seems it was the day after she received the award from Luca Cruz.
And the beginning of her downfall, sighing in boredom.
She murmured to herself hoe cliché the storyline was.
Exploring the house, she saw nothing but a blank canvas, the only room that caught her eye was the piano room.
Looking at the grand piano that filled the room, the glossy finish on the dark oak reflected on the white walls. Alcohol bottles were littered all over the floor.
Ada began to work. Attempting to clean the room, she threw away numerous alcohol bottles and empty packets of cigarettes, she then felt satisfied.
After cleaning, she sat down on the well-used chair, and heald a breath as she opened the lid, peering at the pristine white tiles, she could see faint finger marks denting into the tiles.
She placed her fingers on the keys naturally and a gracious melody seemed to spill out.
The song was jutted into her heart, as she felt a negative emotion overtake her fragile mind.
She began to think of thoughts that she had once previously locked away for good measure.
It felt like someone was screaming in her mind, praying to be let out but were subdued by the depressing melody, the melody was one that brought all negative emotion to the surface, one that forced even the most optimistic ones to feel the need to step closer to the edge of the hill.