!WARNING!

[This novel might contain hints of sui*side and mental illness 

 +The main focus of the story arc is more on the drama than the rest of the Tags (it still exists though, but to a lesser extent).]

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I apologize for the unprofessional grammar or writing since English is not my first or second language, so I hope you turn a blind eye on that.>

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Zero

 Let's count to five ten, or to a thousand. What number did we start with? Certainly not zero.

 Zero, as such, seems to represent nothingness, the absence of a quantity, property, or object

 Therefore, it represents nothingness; however, the existence or non-existence of nothingness is one of the biggest philosophical unknowns that has extended historically. Can there be something that, by definition, does not actually exist?

 It can not be classified between positive or negative numbers. It is only an indicator of emptiness. But it comes within the logical and natural numbers, which can be obtained mathematically.

 Time, in general, does not tolerate the existence of zero 

 We can realize, in fact, that time is a fluid thing that we can not stop in any way. Although this is possible, we do not know of any period in which the time has not come. 

 Therefore, zero as a symbol of nothingness can not be applied to elements such as time

 Unless we refer to aspects such as the immediate beginning of the activity or event

 In other words, there is only one other way to overlap zero with time:

 Go back to before the desired time

 Zero is the beginning

 But in the end, something happens to prevent you from returning to it forever.

Perhaps because reaching it is an impossible hypothesis?

 So what happens when the hypothesis is verified?

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 He died...The shining, luminous sword pierced his heart Without any mercy

 It wasn't painless, but it wasn't what he expected either

 Thinking of something he had been wishing for, for so long that he could no longer count it, it was something quick

 there is no way to compare it to an ordinary, painful day in the past

 If this little bit of pain was enough to give him what he wanted

Why couldn't he get it earlier?

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He died...It wasn't something impossible to habend , of course, but...

 It was a bit hard to believe how easy it was

 It was a little slower and pathetically more painful

 Maybe because it was less expected? 

 It was ridiculous

 It wasn't fair at all, but he knew that his opinion had no power over his life anyway

 He raised his eyelids and tried to look at his surroundings in his last moments

 One of his eyes opened after some difficulty, but his other eye's vision was dark

 Who would have expected that getting glass into his eye would cause his vision to stop?

 There were noises and screams around him. It was nothing familiar

 There was one thought running through his mind

 'She's waiting...I haven't prepared bread for breakfast yet.'

 His eyes closed again, and his world turned dark

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"Mmm..."

 "Young master, wake up now… ah!"

 The little boy got up, sat down stiffly, and stared at the screaming servant next to him

 The servant was silent for a moment in shock and worry as the boy continued to stare with no sign of stopping anytime soon

 "Young Master...Are you sick again?....."

 For a moment, the servant thought he would not get any response until the boy's lips suddenly moved

 "Water"

 "Oh, yes." The servant moved quickly and poured a cup of water and placed it in the boy's hand

 He got up from the bed quietly and did not even open his mouth, then went directly to the bathroom in his room

 The clear water filling the pond was one of the manifestations of natural luxury and nothing more

 As soon as his feet touched the cold porcelain, his awareness began to return little by little

 He walked briskly until he reached the stairs of the pond

 He didn't even take off his clothes, but went straight in until the warm water covered half of his body

 He finally had the courage to look at his reflection in the water

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 It was him

 It's his old face that never changed, the rare golden eyes, he was the only person in the family who had them, no one wanted to look at him for that reason.

 Why would they want someone who not only took the life of the person they loved but also took his eyes?

 He looked at the wrinkles and black shadows around his sunken eyes and at his pale skin

 He wasn't that ugly

 But to him, it was a face that deserved to be torn to pieces, just a monster that should not exist

 He had one question on his mind every time something happened in his life

 Although it's ironic because he never got an answer

 Why?

 Why is he here again?

 Why did he have to go through everything again?

 Is this what they call a new opportunity?

 Well, he didn't want it

 All he wanted was to die... was it too much to ask for?

 He looked at his reflection in the water and continued walking little by little to the deepest point, then bent down until his body disappeared at the bottom of the pool

 Within the warm pool, a small golden light appeared that shined endlessly

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