Imagine dying.
Previously only wishing to experience, then you die. Yes, you die. Die because a woman saw a man who wants you as her own, an eyesore. Life is not fair, yet it is fair. Breathing, simply living can be seen as a chore or a blessing, this all depends on the point of view of the protagonist. Sad, so sad. I had always kept that part of me at bay. I just wanted… to be human. To understand those useless species who dominate the world we know as main earth— as Gaia. I hated them, maybe because they as so weak yet protected by many but… ah, I should hate the others. I should hate whoever killed me; be it one, two or a combination of many. I can only silently grit my teeth and hate.
Silently wonder after recovering where am I...?
My mind was a mess, I remembered things that I had forced myself to forget including the life before my last.
Heh.
I was killed back then as well. All because of men. What the hell!
