"Is my eyes deceiving me... or has this world always been this dark?" 24 years of regret surely should've taught me to be nicer to myself... But here we are.
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The cold wind whistling into my ears and the constant running of blood burning up my entire body as I close my eyes to reminisce that one moment, that one person I should've spent more time with...
I, Liam Quill, have lived a life of complete misery. Do I look like a slave to others, I wonder... What makes them think I enjoy being ordered around?
I've been married to my wife, Jasmine Quill for 6 years. "Married my a**" I chuckle, slowly dragging myself away from the bloody mess, of myself. Married would be between two people, more like, a contract?
Would it hurt you let a child live, experience things on their own, and find love on their own, mom?
I was forced into an arranged marriage because... you can't have enough money, I guess?, anyways, my spoiled childhood "friend" but more like my dad's best friend's daughter.
My entire life has been about becoming the best CEO for the company... I wonder what kind of nepotism would require you to get perfect grades dad? Does a bank need me to be perfect at cooking? Art maybe? Ohh... What about singing? I bet the staff would love to hear some nice classical live performances every meeting! As for my wife, well, just as you'd expect from an arranged marriage...
"At least I tired. I did my best, I " I think to myself as I drag my bloody self to the edge of the surface, the rustling of the river below ringing into my ears and the gorgeous, gorgeous night sky shining brightly above me...
I had done everything for them, my mom, dad, wife... Always cooked their favourite meals, bought them their favourite things, taken my wife on dates but... Never got any less of a cold shoulder. That fake smile that they'd give me anytime I did something for them. At least, don't make it so obvious if you're gonna abuse me right after... what does it take to please someone? One regret that sticks out from the other... Not stopping others from taking advantage of me, of my kindness, but... can I blame myself? I don't even know how to do that!
"What an annoying crowd, let me relax for once, once in my life" The loud sirens of the ambulance and the loud calling out of my name, "Liam, please, where are you?" I could feel the pain in her voice as she yelled. "Wow, I didn't know you were capable of feeling hurt or any sort of empathy for me" I wonder, does this come from a place of genuine love, or a fear of loosing someone you so heavily rely on?
"And also an ambulance? How generous, but oh well... I won't be needing that" I whisper to myself, and with the little strength I have left in my body I drag myself into the river. My last resort to this miserable life of mine.
I breathe my last breath...
"Congratulations miss Jasmine! It's a baby girl!..."