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"You heard me very well! If you're going to kill me, do it here. And tell your cowardly boss, who couldn't kill me with his own hands, that I'll be waiting for him in Hell." When he heard this, John began to laugh. "Did I say something funny?" I was angry that he was taking everything as a joke. Even the murder of a human. "Actually yes." he continued to laugh. "I didn't come to kill you. I'm coming to walk you around the mansion. As for Richard, he went to ride his favorite horse, Spirit. When he gets home, he does this first." Poor animal, had a terrible owner. "Oh, that means I should feel lucky." I replied irritably.

Is that a reason why I am alright to die now? Is my present not needed anymore? Is that why the comic and this world is killing me? i can't stop thinking what should happen to me if i didn't go to the west but what could i possibly do now i will die tomorrow this cold and dark place i can't see any hope that we will leave the rotten smell of this place is littering in my body i know that i smell like dead people but i don't really care suddenly i feel like my senses shuts down all i care right now is to die in peace i want to die quietly maybe i should ask them to just stab me with their sword i don't care how many times they want to do it but at least i will not feel that my body is being b

"Luna, this is our joint project with Euronia. Study the process. You're coming with me to negotiations next week." I flipped it open. "Va bene." Mamma handed me a cup of warm water. "Don't push yourself. If you don't want this life, I can take care of you forever." "I can handle it, Mamma." I smiled. "If I survived the slums, I can survive this. Especially with you and Papa." I knew one thing. If I wanted freedom from my past, I had to become stronger. Ella Pezzano died in the flames at Costa Estate.

"You don't need to push yourself to the limit, Kiddo." "...Kill 'em," she almost murmurs. The man wearing formal attire took a deep sigh. "You wanted to learn all of these to kill your father's killer, right?" The young Captain shook her head as she nods slowly. The man places his hand on the young Captain's head and messes her hair. "You know... there's this saying, remember you must die. All of us will eventually die, regardless if it is an ill-will or whatsoever reason, we all must die - we, all, will die." "He doesn't deserve to die like that!" She closes her fist as she bit her lower lips to control her anger. " Why does he even die in the first place? Why him, for all of the people?!"

After a little while, I went downstairs to make some pancakes. I decided to watch another animated movie entitled " I Want To Eat Your Pancreas ". The first time I heard the title, I really thought it's a grossy movie or like promoting cannibalism. But after finishing the movie, it was a really good one. Spoiler: she didn't die because of her disease. Mom told me I need to wait for the garbage truck before going back to my room after lunch. It was already half past one in the afternoon when the garbage truck took our garbages. The only garbage left here is me.

The place was a complete mess. My dad, Richard Marshall, sat in his wheelchair, grief written all over his face. His voice trembled as he said, "Noah, why won't you believe us? Vic is dead. There wasn't even a body left to bury." Noah spat on the ground. "Nonsense! Do you really think you can fool me with a story like that? Victoria loved me too much to die and leave me behind!" With a single glance from him, two of the men behind him yanked my dad out of the wheelchair and beat him without mercy.

“You don’t understand what you’re doing!” I stood over her, my chest heaving. “I understand perfectly,” I said. “And I’ll die before I let you destroy everything I care about.” Gloria suddenly began laughing. “What’s so funny?” Ardan asked irritated by the sound of her laughter. “My life is connected to Gilly, if I die she… she dies. You see… you don’t understand what you’re doing.” She explained laughing.

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

He looked at me a little concerned. "I'm not leaving unless you come with me," I told him and squeezed his hand. He smiled back at me. "I don't know if you remember what happened the first time I visited your home and what I am, um, I'm Death and I'm immortal," I stated firmly and watched an array of emotions cross his eyes. "What does that even mean, you kill people and cannot die," he asked incredulously. I bit my lip and sighed.

Vivian died alone in her home, her body not discovered until it had already begun to rot. Only then did a question arise within me. After the deaths of my parents and Vivian, I never saw their souls. So why did I remain? The system finally appeared and answered my doubt. It said it had seen how painful my life had been, and how tragic my death was. So it used its power to keep my soul intact, allowing me to witness their downfall with my own eyes. Now that they were all gone… it was time for me to let go and be reborn.