I watched the stars scattered throughout the night sky through the window. The curtain was left open. The nurse on duty must have forgotten. I wondered if I should call out to her and ask her to draw it for me but decided against it in the end.

My body felt extremely weak. Even lifting a single finger required me to exert all my effort.

My end was nigh. I knew it.

But I felt nothing about it. No. Rather, I felt glad about it.

I had enough of living a life that was only waiting excruciatingly for death. I had enough of seeing my parents’ guilt-ridden eyes, which silently accused me of being a burden. I had enough of those pitying gazes that everyone around me seemed to think was their duty to send towards me.

Death, to me, was a sweet escape.

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With each passing moment, I could feel my strength slowly draining away from me. My eyelids felt heavy. Giving the starry sky one final look, I decided to close my eyes.

I sighed. I wanted to taste all the delicacies in the world. Now, it could only remain a dream.

Due to my frail body, I lived most of my life on Life Support. I was barred from eating many kinds of food. “It is not good for your body,” they said. I knew they were speaking the truth. But that didn’t stop me from developing a strong yearning for good food. The stuff that I was allowed to eat was barely palatable.

I tried to sigh again. But I couldn’t. My breath got caught in my throat. Breathing was starting to become difficult for me.

If there is a next life, I prayed. Please let me have a constitution strong enough to eat anything.

My consciousness became heavy. It started to drift away towards oblivion…

Ding!

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