Death Dating And Other Dilemmas の小説・ストーリー

I didn't want to end my life by suicide, nor did I want to wait in a hospital for treatment just because I knew I was dying. I figured I'd die from cardiac arrest. My body had been growing weaker, and no matter how much medicine I took, nothing helped. Minutes ticked by, yet he still hadn't shown up. My body started shaking, my heart ached, and I had trouble breathing. I stopped resisting because I was so tired. This was my chance to rest forever. In the last three minutes, I started reflecting on my life. But there wasn't much to look back on. I had led a simple life.

Zachary added, "If anyone is working with her to put on a show, listen carefully—tell her that in a few days, it'll be Tessie's death anniversary. She'd better go to the cemetery and atone for her sins. Otherwise, don't blame me for dealing with her." His final words carried a bone-chilling coldness. It was hard to believe they came from his mouth. I knew all too well what he was capable of. Even if he wouldn't take my life, he would make sure I suffered. For the first time, I felt a strange sense of relief that I was dead. Though my death had been gruesome, at least my body was still whole. Officer Tiller looked as if he wanted to say something else, but Zachary had already turned away, pul

Then Damon. Three dates. Three chances. Three possible futures. And at the end, I have to choose which future becomes real. The baby kicks again. Like it's telling me to stop overthinking. "You're right," I mutter. "One day at a time. One date at a time. One moment at a time." I can do this. I have to do this. Because the alternative is everyone dying. And that's not an option. That afternoon, I find Caius in the library. Surrounded by books. Research papers. Ancient texts.