Generally, people are more willing to admit that they 'lack talent' than to say that they're just plain lazy.

I was both.

I wasn't talented in anything, and I was one of the laziest people you'd see around. I didn't have the talent to push me through life, and I didn't put any hard work, effort, or dedication into anything.

So, I ran. Sometimes emotionally, sometimes physically, I ran from any threats, any dangers, anything that disturbed the average normality I had built up for myself.

I lived in a life of endless repetition, and I wanted to keep it that way more than anything.

Even when the world changed forever, I was pretty much the same. 

Even when humanity slowly began dying off, I didn't feel the urge to change my mind.

It was only when my life came to an end that I stopped for a second and thought,

'Ah...I guess I've just wasted my whole life.'

But it was too late by then. Or, at that time, it was what I had thought. In reality, that day, the day when I first died, was more of a beginning than the birth of any other human on earth - although that sounded a little too arrogant to say, it was a definite truth.

Looking back on it now, though, I resent myself a little. That day may have been necessary, but the 'me' from those days wasn't. 

I set myself up for this. 

Of course, I couldn't control what 'Unique Ability' I received. However, I could've controlled what I did with it. 

Why should it take so much death just to knock some sense into a person?

In a way, there was no better ability suited for a stubborn, hard-to-change man like me.

I was probably always destined to walk on this path of thorns.