Sehowontrash

Being born with a weak constitution, it's no wonder that my life is coming to its end. I accepted the fact that my life has come to an end despite being young. What's harder to reconcile is that no one, not even my parents, is here with me on my deathbed. But acceptance and regret are two different things. It was unfortunate that I wasn't able to spend my youth to its fullest. I imagined a life that I would want in my next life. Wishing that I would have a healthy body, a family that will cherish me, and the chance to go to beautiful places. The idea of living a better and happier life somehow eases my mind and I don't know how long I've spent imagining things in my last moment, but it was enough to make me happy. I closed my eyes as I breathe my last breath on my death bed. Just when I thought this might be the end, fate seems to favor me. My eyes flutter open, revealing an unfamiliar sight in a new setting. Faces I don't recognize, yet they radiate warmth, surround me, as if extending a welcome to this new chapter. Almost on cue, my vision blurs again, and a piercing cry escapes my lips—akin to the cry of a newborn.