"So, is this the end?", I weakly asked myself as my consciousness started to slowly fade away.
"Just when I finally got the guts to confess... is this it?", I sighed.
As I gasp my last few mouthful of air, my memories flooded my mind as if reminding me about myself as they slip away.
I remembered how I turned down someone's confession just because of her age. She was too young for me and I was building my career at that time.
I also recalled how my friends kept on urging me to eat those tasty foods but declined countless of time thinking those foods are unhealthy. Just recalling how they drool when they describe every food they eat during paydays makes me regret my decisions all those times.
There are times when I wanted to do extreme things but was too scared that I would die with just a single mistake; just how much fun those times would be if I had only cast my fears away?
Regrets surge in the depth of my heart as my memories continued flooding my mind away.
If only I would be given one more chance to live...
Sigh...
Darkness envelopes my sight...
It's over...
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Or so I thought...