"Farewell, you guys."

"See you in the next one, Rich."

"Watch over them, Yui."

"Take care of yourself, Zoe."

"..."

Saying goodbye forever to the most important people in your lives...how hard do you think that would be? Now do it over a hundred times. You might think it gets easier; everything gets easier the more you do it, right? I wish that were the case, but it's regrettably anything but. Knowing that I could never see them again, yet the emotions and memories remain, even after "death", kills me.

Honestly, I'm pretty strong...like...really powerful, but even I have limits. Apparently, it's only possible to manipulate my own life, but not others. I've tried countless times in the first ten lives of my soul life, trying to extend and revive my loved ones' lives, but to no success. I've accepted that there is nothing but temporary for me. It's not all bad though, I definitely cherish all the experences I've been through and it's gotten me to the point where I can basically do whatever I want per life. It hasn't even been that long since my last death, so I'm just chilling in my travel space until I get real bored. Not gonna lie though, this travel space used to be complete ass, with me cluelessly walking through a dark-as-fuck nothingness, hoping to hit a portal along the way. Once I got some power though, I converted the space into a hallway with doors on each side and a small room at the center for me to relax in. The doors have a sign with one word above them to indicate the overall type of world or universe it may be. Now you may be asking, "how come you don't just choose where to go?" I can't...that requires some Jesus level shit. Anyway, I'm currently lying on my soft bed, waiting until the moment I'm bored enough to take a walk. I take a few more moments before sitting up and looking at myself through a mirror: naked, with asian facial features, medium length brown bedhead hair, brown eyes, six feet tall, and a lean build. I stand up to conjure myself some clothing: a white t-shirt, grey sweatpants, running shoes, and my one and only silver ring. I take one last look at my wooden cabin of a room before walking out.

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