My Last Wish
"Don’t blame me…"
That was our last real conversation. After that, I slipped away again.
Every day, I heard voices—Yannick, Louisa, Jordan, Quella… Even James. But never my parents' voices.
Then, the machines blared. There was panic, shouting, and someone sobbing. Someone was crying for me?
Good. I had spent my whole life being selfless. Just this once, I chose me.
That was enough.
Soon, everything faded.
"Time of death, 23:43."