Five years I've toiled, each day the same,

Exhausted, weary, my body's aflame.

No sleep I've known, my eyes swollen and sore,

Working at a game company, I've endured.

Five years I've missed my family's embrace,

My heart yearns for them, a longing I can't erase.

But my sister's illness, a burden I bear,

To find a cure, my hope, a fervent prayer.

Sleep, work, sleep, work, a relentless pace,

My salary insufficient, a cruel disgrace.

For her treatment, I strive, day and night,

Pushing my body, even when it's not right.

"Good morning, Mr. Ichida," James's smile bright,

"Good morning, James," I reply, my voice low and light.

He stares at me, "You look pale, are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine," I say, though my heart's in a fright.

James, my assistant, a young face so fair,

His youthful energy, a welcome contrast to my despair.

Seven hours pass, my boss's words ring true,

"Rest, Mr. Ichida, breathe fresh air, it's long overdue."

Ramen and laughter, a moment of grace,

As we walk back to the company, a familiar place.

But fate's cruel hand, a truck out of control,

I pull James close, my body takes the toll.

I fly through the air, a meter or more,

My body warm, a feeling I can't ignore.

People murmur, their voices a distant hum,

My ears ringing, my world growing numb.

Their mouths move, but I can't hear a sound,

The world around me, a blur, profound.

What happens next, I cannot comprehend,

As darkness descends, my journey's end.