I couldn't breathe.
I couldn't.
With every attempt, the flow of blood worsened.
What had I done?
I collapsed to the ground, desperately clinging to my dwindling consciousness. If I blacked out, it would be over.
How? How had I made such a monumental mistake?!
HOW COULD I HAVE BEEN SO STUPID?!
SO RECKLESS?! SO… FOOLISH?!
Damn it!
"Urk—" I coughed up blood, feeling my strength ebb away.
I was dying. There was no denying it. It was a fact now.
In these final moments, I found no solace. I clutched at my neck with what little strength I had left, trying in vain to stop the absurd loss of blood. It was useless. Even as I painstakingly summoned healing potions, I couldn't drink them—my windpipe was destroyed.
I had killed myself.
How foolish.
