Did I really deserve it? After all I did, was I really nothing to you. Why? I gave you so much. I gave you everything… but that still wasn't enough for you? Why did you do this to me? I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!
These thoughts crossed my mind as I stood on a bridge, looking down at the clear blue body of ocean.
I had a great job which offered me well above average. A beautiful girlfriend which later became my fiancé after I had proposed to her. She stayed by my side for years and supported me and any way she could. Both my parents are alive and healthy, though it's been some time since I've seen them. I had what most would call a "Perfect Life". But things never truly stay "perfect" like most would expect. That's exactly what happened to me.
In this world people become a Scythe to earn a living , to fight monsters that come through dungeon portals in our world, to earn fame and become rich, to gain glory and stand alongside the Scythe's as celebrities. But not everyone can choose to become a Scythe. When someone becomes a Scythe it depends on how much magic power they possess. There are [Class] from E-A, lower to higher. The more magic power one possesses the higher their chances of being in a higher [Class]. But there are a select few who have achieved a [Class] even higher than A. [S-Class]. Those select few who reside in the realm of [S-Class] are in a league of their own.
I once tried to become a Scythe. I was a [C-Class]. If I had become a Scythe I would be making double or even triple the amount of money I was earning on previous job. I worked as a magic power assessor. Those who want to become a Scythe would first need to get an appointment, then would have to have their magic power assessed in order to know what [Class] they would be assigned. If one becomes a Scythe their life is a guaranteed success.
Ever since I was a child I dreamed to become a Scythe myself. As a child I used to watch and admire the Scythes from TV and News Channels. I used to look up to them. I wanted to become just like them. Though I never had the opportunity to become a Scythe because my parents and fiancé said that it's too dangerous of a Profession and I should stick with something safe. So even though I never got to be a Scythe I still worked with them with was enough for me. Even though I never got to fulfill my dream, that was still enough.
I had a great life with a beautiful woman as my fiancé and with both of my parents being alive and healthy. Everything was perfect. Everything was Perfect until today.
It was 4:30 pm. Usually I would get off work at 6:00 pm and be home in thirty minutes at 6:30 or 7:00 pm depending on the traffic and the sudden appearances of Wormholes in the middle of the road. I finished my work for the day quite early. I bought a beautiful bouquet on the way home for my fiancé and had made reservations for us for dinner later tonight. I safely got home. I was excited about us having dinner and spending quality time together. Even though we lived together in an apartment building which we bought after we both saved up money for it. It had been some time since we could go out together like this. I was excited for today.
I parked my car and took the bouquet off the passenger seat and held it in my left hand. I closed the door and locked my car. I stood outside my car. I checked, fixed, and rubbed my black and bluish suit so that if it was a little dirty it would get cleaned, even though it was already clean to begin with. I began to walk forward with the bouquet in my left hand. I saw familiar faces; my neighbors. They greeted me, I greeted them back. If it was any other normal day we would both stop and chat a little before going back to where we were going originally. But this wasn't any other normal day. It was special, today was my birthday and that was another reason I was excited about going back home. I was excited, I wanted to see what my fiancé had planned for me today. I entered the apartment building and got in an elevator. There were buttons with numbers of 1 through 7. I pressed the number 4 button because our apartment (unit) was on the fourth floor. It had a great view and it's price was not cheap. In the end, it was worth it because my fiancé and I both liked it. I had a big and bright smile on my face while I stood in the elevator. I couldn't wait to surprise her when I got home. The elevator was moving up and reached the 4th floor. The doors opened and I walked outside. I turned left and kept walking until I reached our apartment room. I stood outside the our room and fixed my hair and suit one more time, while still holding the bouquet in my left hand.
I took out my keys and grabbed the door knob and was about to open the door when I suddenly heard strange voices coming from behind the door. It was scream-filled voices, not the screams of pain but the screams of pleasure. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My fiancé, my soon-to-be-wife would never do such a thing. No! I resume to believe it! Ah! I know! She must be watching a movie on high volume! Yeah! That's it! That must be it! These thoughts crossed my mind and I convinced myself that what I heard was untrue, that what I heard could never be the reality.
I could still hear those voices. But I calmed myself down and opened the door. The screaming voices got louder. My heart throbbed, pounding twice as fast, I clenched my right hand and grabbed my left chest as if to ease the throbbing pain in my heart. I walked forward and accidentally left the door opened. I didn't take off my shoes or my coat. I couldn't afford to. I had to first check the source of those screaming voices and had to confirm for myself that my fiancé was indeed watching a movie. I walked forward and the voices got louder and louder. I followed the source of the screaming voices and where it came from completely discomforted me. It didn't come from the living room where the TV is placed. No! It came from our bedroom. I kept telling, and convincing myself that she would never do such a thing to me, not even a million years. But I was wrong.
I opened the door and saw my fiancé, my soon-to-be-wife embracing a man other than me. She was on our bed with another man. The sight completely shattered me. The way she held onto him, the way she smiled at him, the way she moaned while embracing him, it was too much to bear. I sank in despair, my heart broke completely, my heart ached in pain, every beat my heart made send a throbbing pain throughout my entire body. The scene in front of my eyes left me in an empty void, I didn't know what to do in that moment. They kept going as I stood in place, not being able to utter even a single word. I prayed they would notice me and stop. My grip loosened on the bouquet and it fell on the floor which made a slight noise. They stopped and looked at me as I stood there, all light was lost from my eyes. My fiancé covered herself with blanket as if I was the one who intruded on a couple making love on their honeymoon.
The man smirked and said laughingly, "oh, you're here early." He was a tall and muscular man with a handsome face.
His mocking tone brought me back to reality.
He must have deceived her! He used her for his own good! I won't forgive him! More thoughts came to mind which I believed to be the truth.
I took a step forward, my expression changed from despair to anger. I clenched my right hand into a fist and got closer and was about to hit him with everything I had when suddenly my fiancé spoke, stopping me in my tracks.
"Wait! Honey! This isn't what it looks like!" She said as she stretched her left arm and stopped me. I was baffled, shocked. I thought why would she stop me when I'm trying to save her.
"Why?! Why should I?! I won't forgive him for what he did to you! I know he forced himself on you!" I screamed on top of my lungs as I clenched my fist even harder. The anger kept piling inside of me.
"No… listen…" she said as she tried to stop me again. But I couldn't hear what she said. Her words fell deaf on my ears.
"Everything is going to be okay!" I reassured her so that she wouldn't feel scared.
"You need to get away from him! Hurry!" I yelled again, telling her to come to my side.
But what came after left me in despair once again.
"Tsk! No point in faking it anymore." She said as she clicked her tongue annoyingly.
"Hey… what do you mean by that…?" I asked with a trembling voice.
"STOP! JUST STOP!" Her voice was as sweet as honey. She had never raised her voice even once but today she did, and it was not directed at someone else, it was directed towards me.
"Just stop already! Okay?!" She said in a harsh tone as I was stopped, standing there not knowing what to do anymore.
"What…? Why…? Isn't he forcing you to do this?" I said with a painful voice. Not knowing how she would respond.
"No!" She responded coldly.
"W-what? What do you mean 'no'?" I asked not knowing what was happening anymore.
"Jason isn't forcing me to do anything." She said coldly.
"Then… w-why?" I said with a shaking voice which made it hard for me to form complete sentences.
"Because we're lovers!" Her cold tone turned soft and she hugged Jason.
"Wha… you're kidding right…? I said with a trembling voice.
"Isn't that right, honey?" She said with sweet voice as she looked into Jason's eyes. Her eyes were filled with love for him.
"Yes, you're right, babe!" Jason replied with the same energy.
As soon as they said that, they began to kiss each other. They kissed on the lips, they even tongue-kissed. I watched my fiancé kiss another man passionately, and with love while her fiancée was standing there in disbelief.
"Please… stop…" I struggled to to speak properly. My words barely being heard.
"Please… stop…" I continued but still struggled.
They kissed for a mere few seconds but to me it felt like an eternity. I felt as though I was stuck in hell for all those seconds. Each second felt as though my life was being drained from my body. I was 26 years old, but I felt I had reached the end of my life.
"Oh, you're still watching?" She said in a laughable manner.
"Is he some kind of masochist or what? Watching his fiancé kiss someone else and have sex with him." Jason said with the same laughable manner.
"But you're my lover not him, you know!" She said as she looked at Jason with love in her eyes.
"Oh yeah, I guess you're right!" Jason agreed with her and both laughed at me.
"He's so much better than you. He earns more money than you, he's more handsome than you, and he's even better than you in bed." She said those bitter cold words that would hurt any man if they were in my situation.
"Oh! And did I mention he's a [A-Class] Scythe." She added more to hurt my feelings even further.
Though I could still hear her, I couldn't say, utter or form even one word, let alone a sentence. I was unable to speak. Even if I wanted to, my voice wouldn't come out. It was as if my vocal cord had disappeared. I wanted to say so much to her, but the pain in my heart didn't allow me to speak.
She didn't stop with her insults and hurtful words. She was still wearing our wedding ring. We weren't married yet, but we planned to in the future. She took off the wedding ring and threw it at me. It hit my chest and fell on the floor.
"Don't worry loser, I'll take good care of her." Jason said in a mocking tone and laughed.
The light in my eyes had long been gone and now I was a lifeless corpse without a soul.
I subconsciously turned around and walked outside the door.
I kept walking for hours and found myself standing on a bridge with ocean underneath.
I had nothing to live for. My fiancé cheated on me. I couldn't fulfill my dream of becoming a Scythe. Wait! I still have my parents! The memories of my parents flashed my mind and it gave me a silver of hope. Yeah! If I tell my parents about what happened surely they will understand! To my absolute shock, my parents blamed me for everything, saying things like, "If you had paid more attention to her she wouldn't have done that", the thread of hope I had left was now gone and I find myself standing on the bridge, ready to end it all.
As I stepped over the railing and was about to end my life, a sharp voice sounded in my head, enough to give me an extreme headache.
[ Conditions have been met ]
[ Do you wish to "Throw it all away"? ]
[ Yes/No ]
The voice continued sounding in my head. Giving me headaches worse than the last.
I can't even die peacefully? Whatever. I've lost everything. So, sure. I'll "Throw it all away".
[ Answer: Yes ]
[ You have thrown it all away ]
[ Beginning a new life ]
[ Commencing countdown: 10 ]
Ha! What is this bullshit! A new life? When I'm about to end this one. Seriously! Just let me die!
I jumped upon having these thoughts. But what happened later after that changed my life forever in ways I didn't understand at that moment.
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[ You shall now go back in time and live your new life ]