"...I just wanted to follow my dreams."
This silent plea could be heard amidst the loud city noises. Following came the sound of an Impact.
Nakame Yumeii perished at the age of 36. Cause of death: head trauma. Suicide.
"Shit, the fall wasn't hard enough, I should have tried a taller building," Yumeii thought to himself.
"How laughable, even at the very end, I'm still failing."
The bitter resentment that brought him here was still lingering. The regret he felt was stronger than his will to live.
Slowly, he opened his eyelids, the area around him was already crowded with onlookers. Understandable, it's not everyday you get to see someone die. In a big city, death was normally not a topic to be discussed, but right here, there was a body, surrounded by blood. Whether it was out of good-will or sheer morbid curiosity, ignoring this occurrence was not an option.
| Oi, oi! This is bad! You, call an ambulance! |
"Don't bother, I can't even feel my legs. Even if the height wasn't enough to kill me instantly, I doubt I'm making it out of this one," or at least, that's what Yumeii tried saying, but his mouth was filled with blood, rendering him unable to utter anything other than a weak gurgle, so he quickly gave up.
"Hah... But seriously, it really hurts. I can't even breathe."
In the air, many emotions mingled, mostly disgust and pity. Amongst them, there was a handful of very outspoken people.
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| Geez, what an Idiot. |
| He looks so young, he still had so much to live for. |
| Honestly, I don't get why anyone would kill themselves. |
"Of course you don't. I doubt 'suicide' is even part of your vocabulary."
However, it wasn't really a prominent part of Yumeiis' life either. To someone like Yumeii, suicide is not a notion, it's more like a phenomenon. In the beginning, it is contained by high-and-mighty ideas such as morality, fear or hope. Even the simple idea of self-harm can't slip through. But when questioned, when faced with bitterness that surpasses even hope, the fear of death and societal morals, the will to live will naturally crumble, and with nothing left, suicide will seem surprisingly easy.
Not that it mattered now anyways.
"Now I can finally find peace," Yumeii repeated to himself while slowly losing consciousness.
His train of thought was interrupted by the man screaming into his phone.
| Yes, yes, come quickly, please! Or both of them will die! |
"What did he just say?" Yumeii opened his eyes again.
To his left, there was a woman. Dark hair and clothes, with colorless, fair skin. In fact, the only part of her, containing color was the puddle of blood quickly spreading from underneath her head.
"Are you kidding me?!" Yumeii quickly came to a realization.
He didn't survive because the jump off the building wasn't high enough, but he survived because this girl had broken his fall. She'd probably slowed his momentum, causing a softer landing.
How unfortunate.
"Fuck, this wasn't supposed to happen, I was supposed to die alone!"
A piercing pain coursed through Yumeiis' body, this time an emotional pain. Seeing a person die because of him, that was the one thing he couldn't bear. He thought to himself, if only he hadn't jumped today from this spot, this would not have happened. An innocent girl sacrificed for his selfishness. All he was able to do now, was to quietly pray for her to not die. Then again, if that worked, he wouldn't be here in the first place.
"Fuck, Fu...ck, Fu..."
As he croaked his last obscenities, he finally passed away.
Crushed dreams, a dead girl and vulgar words. Those were the final moments of Nakame Yumeii.
Truly, how unfortunate.
Thankfully for us, when one story ends, another begins. Just like a snake consuming it's tail, life is bound to repeat.
So rejoice! Adventure awaits!