Living in a life where everyone wants your talent, but not you as a person, how cruel can it be?
I'd say... you'd get used to it.
You'd get used to those fake faces, who you will think that are positive and true, but actually just wants you to make them at the top.
Though, I'm not that sad about it.
It's just that it irritates me a bit.
Not like I can do anything about it though, given the fact that I have died.
If you would like to ask me what's the reason why I have died, it's because of my parents.
Not that I would waste my time wasting my energy on hating them though, but since they've already got what they wanted, they got rid of me.
However, I don't think I'd die just from a stab in the back.
...Though, I don't want to live again in that life. All those toxicity...
Wait... what's happening to me...
I knew it, I wouldn't die just from a stab in the back/
...I guess you could say that it's back to normal, though I don't know how my parents would face me. They just have to say sorry though.
Ah, I'll just open my eyes and say to myself that everything's fine.
As I opened my eyes, bright light welcomed me.
Then, I saw a man in front of me, alone with other people.