Aira never believed in fate. Because if fate was real, it wouldn’t have made her live 19 years without a single person to love her.
She walked along the roadside, hugging her coat tighter.
> “I don’t want to be dramatic,” she thought bitterly, “but maybe some people just weren’t meant to be loved.”
The street was quiet. Not a single car in sight. The kind of silence that made her feel even more invisible.
But then—
Screech. Horn. Blinding lights.
Her body hit the ground before her brain could finish a thought.
Blood. Pain. Cold cement. Distant voices. Someone screamed.
And Aira lay there, chest heaving, heart slowing.
> “I’m dying.”
“And there’s no one to cry for me.”
“I really don’t matter, do I?”
“Maybe I deserve this.”
The world faded.
Everything went black.
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And then… light.
Not warm, heavenly light.
Ceiling light.
White. Strange. Flickering.
Her eyes fluttered open.
> “What… where—?”
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