Omen

“Your dad said he misses you.” My aunt said through the pain while weeping, delivering the last message my dad said before the waves of the roaring sea killed him.

“Sorry, we did our best to save your mom.” The doctor gave me her most polite and apologetic bow after informing me that my mother had died.

“Your grandma loves you very much, dear.” The neighbour told me, while I stared outside the house where I grew up.

“Don’t ever come back! We lost our biggest client because of you!” My boss yelled at me while throwing anything he grabbed at me.

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“Remember this… You’re the one who gave up on us.” My first and last love told me.

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Is it worth living? I feel like it’s not. I have thoughts that the Gods just wanted to punish me, or that destiny just made a fool out of me, just for a good laugh. Why is it always me?

Tire screeches

!!! A loud thud garnered the attention of people who were busily walking in the street.

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The concrete road feels rough against my cheek. It’s all cold, the road, the wind, even my hands started to freeze. No, my whole body feels numb. Is it because of the cold? I can’t move; something must have petrified me. Why am I lying on the road in the first place?

“Someone call 911!”

“Oh, my God!”

“Hey! The driver ran away!”

“Somebody call the cops too!”

“Hit-and-run!”

They’re so noisy, what the hell are they saying? I can’t even hear a thing properly. I looked everywhere my eyes could at the moment. But everything’s blurry until I see my hand, broken and misaligned, while soaked in dripping red liquid.

I remember it now. Something hard hit me, and all I remember next is that I’m on the ground. This feeling, am I really about to die?

Yeah, it seems like it. Just about time, I'm planning to die anyway.

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I bet no one can even recognise me if they saw me right now in this situation. My face is covered in blood, and I’m basically drowning in it. It’s also getting harder to breathe over time. So this is what it feels like to die. I thought it was painful, but I can’t feel anything. Is it because I already suffered so much that even death can’t hurt me any more?

I already gave up.

There’s nothing left for me. No one was waiting for me. I gave up on everything, even on her. I was rotting inside, patiently waiting until the ground swallowed me and let the world get rid of me.

In between my short breaths, colourful lights passed my half-lidded eyes. An angel flashed on the big screen. I am dying, but my heart refuses to stop beating, as if it’s telling me to keep living.

“An… na…” I said, using all the energy left in me.

I saw her; she’s in the massive billboard attached to the tallest building in Seoul. She’s already at the top of the world. For one last time, I saw her long, silky black hair, her angelic face, and her pretty eyes. Everything is embedded in my mind, in my heart, and in my soul.

“You’re… as beautiful as the last time I saw you...” I smiled as my eyelids shut down.

I’m getting sleepy; this must be it since I can’t even breathe anymore, no matter how I try. This is my final moment.

As my heart slowly stops beating. My last consciousness drifts on my happiest memories, with her.

“Hey, you'd better keep your promise that you’ll be my number 1 fan.” Anna is walking happily in a straight line on top of the concrete wall, which is just a couple of feet high.

“Yes, of course! And you’ll be the number 1 idol for me.” I hold her hand, ready to catch her if she falls.

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Tears slowly run from my closed eyes to the ground, mixing with the flood of blood.

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“I did, I became your number 1 fan.”

“Sorry Anna… and thank you…”

“I love you, Anna.”

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Thud!

“Aw! Aish…” A book just hit my head, it’s painful, really. It woke me up and all I can do is scratch the part it hit to reduce its pain.

“Aish!? You’re the one who’s sleeping in my class, and yet you’re the mad one!?” She sounds so mad.

But is that Ms Bae? She looked younger than when I last saw her. Wait, she’s supposed to be the head principal…

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My eyes widened.

“Huh!?”