I, Kuroyami Yuriko, am now dead.

At age of twenty-two, my life ended up just like that.

It may have been an early death as the others might say, but it doesn’t matter anyway.

My lifetime has been spent passively, with me who is just going along with the flow of daily events – living aimlessly without a goal nor a dream.

“An unfulfilling life”, Is what I should say, but I have no regrets.

I mean, what is there to be regretful of?

If I had any unfinished matters, then there is a matter of which I can complain – but I don’t.

That’s why death is fine, as it is just a part of life that we’ll all go through.

Whoever  goes  first  or  last  is  just a  matter  of chance.

I also have no lingering feelings for those people that I've left behind.

I left my family a year ago to live independently.

Even though I said to “live independently”, it doesn’t really matter whether I’m at my parents’ house or not.

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I’m not treated coldly by my family, but it’s just that my presence is so thin that nobody fails to forget yhat I'm actually there.

Maybe even though it has been more than a year since I left our home, I doubt anybody would’ve noticed it.

My friends?

Err… well…

I think it's better to say that I don't have any.

The same reason with my family, with my hardly recognizable presence, to leave an impression enough that they will take notice of me is too much to a person such as myself.

It is troublesome on so many levels. One of the things that I don’t like are troublesome things.

That’s why I just accepted my fate – to remain invisible to the eyes of many.

And this is where we go fast forward to the scene before my death.

I was at the convenience store, buying food and other commodities that I need in my apartment.

Although I could just come there and take stuff then go back home without paying anything, I still have a high sense of morality so I won’t lower  my self-dignity just from stealing instant noodles, canned goods and various toiletries.

After paying for my groceries, I quickly left the store.

I’ll just keep it to myself that it took me at most five minutes just to get the attention of the cashier.

I was on my way home when it happened at that moment.

Because it was evening at that time, few people were on the streets.

And since just rained, there were even less people than usual.

The traffic lights turned red and I went on to cross the road alone.

As I was halfway there, a sudden feeling of impact went through my whole body.

And then I somewhat felt a feeling of weightlessness as my body was thrown with a huge force to my right.

I almost managed to land on the ground before being rammed flying again by another truck as if they were just playing a game of pinball, of course, with me as the ball.

As if I had offended God or something, my body was thrown on to one of those narrow alleys where people rarely go through at night.

Because there was no one there at the moment, no one was able to call for help.

Nevertheless, I doubt they even noticed me as I was dying there. 

And it was there, in that dark and cold alley, that I, Kuroyami Yuriko, died…

Or not…