I had a dream. I wanted to be a professional author.
So, ever since highschool, I've been studying English, Literature, and USA as a whole.
I studied in where authors are prominent. I studied what courses they took, or where they usually hang out to write.
I studied everything I needed to know once I've arrived there.
I wanted to go the New York, USA and build a house in Manhattan.
I loved that place because of Elizabeth Schuyler—Hamilton. May her kind and beautiful soul rest in peace.
A lot of people has also said that New York is the place to go if one have great dreams and ambitions.
Fortunately for me, my parents were supportive and did everything they could so I could accomplish those.
I graduated college with a a Literature Degree. I also went to a workshop and studied Scriptwriting.
I was set to become a published author.
But, as all said, we don't get everything that we want.
My parents had saved money for my trip to New York and some pocket money if I ever needed them.
I have already contacted a publishing company, and sent them a work I had completed over the course of time.
Then, a tragedy struck.
As I was boarding the airplane, I got a call from a hospital saying both my mom and dad were in critical condition.
For the love of my family, I spent all my money on their recovery, however, it didn't last.
All the surgeries were successful but their bodies were already giving up.
In the end, I cried on the arms of my parents; they were repeating words that I would never wish to hear again.
"I'm sorry."
An apology won't fix it.
It won't bring my parents back.
It won't give me my money back.
It won't give me my dreams and ambitions.
It won't give me success.
Then, I, Ikeda Kai, died playing an otome game titled: Yandere Host Club.