"Is this seriously how I'm dying? So… pitifully?"
His trembling voice barely escaped his lips, swallowed by the deafening silence of the night. Lying there on the cold pavement, bathed in the warmth of his own blood, he could feel life slipping away—slow, agonizing, inevitable.
A sharp pain twisted in his gut, radiating from the jagged piece of rebar that had impaled him. His fingers, slick with crimson, pressed feebly against the gaping wound, but it was useless. The damage was done. His strength was fading.
"I-I d-didn't even—didn't even fuck a pussy!"
A bitter laugh gurgled from his throat, choking on his own blood. Of all the regrets that clawed at his mind in these final moments, this one hit the hardest. Nineteen years. He had spent nineteen years on this wretched earth, and he hadn't even known the warmth of a woman. No love. No intimacy. Just loneliness.
He stared up at the darkened sky, the scattered stars above so indifferent to his suffering. The city lights flickered in the distance, a world so close yet completely out of reach. He was alone—completely and utterly alone.
The bridge loomed above him, its rusted framework casting twisted shadows under the dim streetlights. He cursed that damned structure. That damned, crumbling bridge. It was because of it—because of the town's negligence—that he had fallen straight through a rotting section, crashing onto the jagged remains below. His body had crunched against the pavement, but the worst had been the impalement. He could still feel the cold steel burrowed deep in his stomach, the searing pain of his organs rupturing, the wet sound of blood pooling beneath him.
"Bastards! Corrupt bastards!"
His voice cracked with fury, though it came out more like a desperate rasp. The officials who ignored the bridge's condition, the engineers who never repaired it, the townspeople who never spoke up—he hated them all.
But more than anything, he hated himself.
He had wasted his life. He had spent his days as an outcast, scorned by his own parents for his lack of academic success. No friends, only parasites who pretended to tolerate him, using him for laughs. And he had accepted it. He had swallowed his pride and clung to them, hoping—praying—that maybe, just maybe, someone would see worth in him.
But no one ever had.
His breath hitched. His vision blurred. His body grew cold.
"God… Oh God…" His voice was a whisper now, barely audible. "Please… please reincarnate me. Let me be handsome… let me have beautiful heavenly beauties in my next life…"
It was a desperate wish—one last plea to whatever cosmic force might be listening. He didn't care about redemption. He didn't care about success. He just wanted to live a different life. A better life.
His fingers twitched once, then stilled. His eyes, once filled with pain and regret, dulled as the last remnants of life drained from them.
The night remained silent.
The stars above continued to shine.
And the world moved on, uncaring of the lonely soul who had just faded into oblivion.
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It was dark.
Dark and cold.
An abyss without beginning or end.
He drifted aimlessly through the void, though he no longer had a body—only a soul, untethered and weightless. His eyes remained shut, but he could see nothing even if they were open. This place was neither heaven nor hell. It was something in between. Something far worse.
A place of absolute nothingness.
Time held no meaning here. Seconds, minutes, hours—none of it existed. He simply was, floating endlessly through an empty cosmos, his consciousness shrouded in an eerie silence.
And then—
A spark.
A single, needle-thin point of light pierced the endless black. It was small, insignificant, barely even noticeable. But it was there. And it grew.
Slowly at first, then faster.
The speck became a flickering ember. The ember became a flame. The flame became a sun, expanding at an impossible speed, swallowing the darkness whole. The once-infinite void trembled as the light consumed it, devouring the shadows, erasing the abyss as though it had never existed.
Then—
The light reached him.
It struck his drifting form, engulfing him in its brilliance. It did not burn. It did not hurt. It simply was. A force beyond comprehension, pulling him deeper, deeper into its radiance.
And still, he remained unaware. Unconscious. A mere speck in the vast unknown, drifting toward an uncertain fate.
The abyss was gone.
Only the light remained.
And it had taken him.
Now, he drifted through a different abyss.
Not one of darkness, but of blinding, endless light.
It stretched infinitely in all directions, swallowing everything in its glow. There was no sky, no ground, no up or down—only an ocean of white, pulsing with an unnatural radiance. He floated within it, weightless and senseless, neither truly existing nor completely gone.
Then—
Something touched him.
A hand.
It emerged from above, from somewhere beyond the endless white. Soft. Feminine. Warm. It grasped his arm gently at first, then tightened its grip with a firm resolve.
And it pulled.
The force was immediate and overwhelming. The abyss resisted, clinging to him like an unrelenting tide, as though refusing to let him go. It was like trying to lift something trapped in a raging tsunami—impossible.
But the hand did not waver.
It held on, unwavering against the pull of the abyss, straining against the overwhelming force. Fingers dug into his skin, determination radiating from the grip. The struggle lasted for what felt like an eternity, an unseen battle between the unknown force and the one who refused to let him be lost.
And then—
With one final, powerful yank—
He was ripped from the light.
The abyss vanished. The weightless sensation was gone.
And suddenly—
He was somewhere else.
The blinding abyss was gone, replaced by a world so breathtakingly beautiful that calling it heaven would not have been a lie.
He found himself standing on a field of soft, glowing grass, each blade shimmering faintly like stardust. The sky above stretched endlessly, painted in hues of gold and violet, with clouds that drifted lazily like wisps of silk. A gentle breeze carried the scent of blooming flowers, and in the distance, waterfalls cascaded down from floating islands, their waters glistening like liquid crystals.
Everything felt unreal—too perfect, too ethereal to be anything but a dream.
"I almost got caught!"
A voice broke the silence. Soft yet filled with relief.
And then—
A smile.
"But I finally found you."
Her words were gentle, yet they carried a weight he couldn't yet understand as she looked at his unconscious soul.