1. End of one life
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Evening, Design StudioThe office was a maze of fabric rolls and mood boards, bathed in the harsh glow of overhead lights. From the corner office, a man's voice thundered, shattering the quiet hum of the evening
Boss: (slamming a sketch on the desk) This is your work, Miss Kaka? Seriously? I can’t believe you made this! What happened to the designer I hired?
Kaka
Kaka: (head bowed, voice barely a whisper) I… I’m sorry, sir. I’ll revise it.
Her thoughts churned. Why is he always like this? I poured hours into that design. It’s not that bad, is it? Her fingers twitched, itching to defend herself, but she swallowed the words. Just keep your job, Kaka. You need this.
Kaka
Her thoughts churned. Why is he always like this? I poured hours into that design. It’s not that bad, is it? Her fingers twitched, itching to defend herself, but she swallowed the words. Just keep your job, Kaka. You need this.
Boss: (scoffing) Revise? You’d better. I expect something usable by tomorrow, or we’re having a different conversation. Get out.
Kaka shuffled out, her shoulders slumped. She sank into her chair at her cluttered desk, surrounded by crumpled sketches and cold coffee cups
Kaka
Kaka: (muttering to herself) Ugh, what a fucking hectic day. (rubs her eyes) What the heck does he think he is? Some fashion god? And what’s wrong with me? Why can’t I design anything good anymore? (slams her fist on the desk) My mind’s a fucking mess. I used to be great. Where’s that spark gone?
She stared at her screen, the rejected design mocking her. I’m better than this. I have to be. Her chest tightened with frustration, a mix of anger and self-doubt. Maybe I’m just burned out. Or maybe… I’m not cut out for this anymore.
Midnight, Outside the Studio
The city was still, the streets glowing under flickering streetlights. Kaka stepped out, her bag slung over her shoulder, her body heavy with exhaustion. She popped in her headphones, letting soft music drown out her thoughts as she walked toward her apartment.
Kaka
Kaka: (to herself, sighing) Maybe tomorrow’ll be better. Maybe I’ll nail that next design. (pauses) Yeah, right. Who am I kidding?
Her steps were slow, her mind replaying the day’s failures. Just get home, Kaka. Sleep it off. Tomorrow’s a new shot.
But fate wasn’t so kind.As she crossed the quiet road, a blinding light flooded her vision. A truck’s horn blared, tires screeching. Her heart stopped.
Kaka
Kaka: (gasping, frozen) What—? No, no, no!
The truck was too fast, too close. Her body wouldn’t move. I’m not ready! I want to live more! I want to prove myself, to shine, to—The impact was deafening, a brutal force that sent her sprawling. Pain seared through her, then faded to an eerie cold. She lay on the asphalt, the world spinning away.
Kaka
Kaka: (thoughts fading, weak) Why… why me? I had so much left… I just wanted… to be enough…
Her vision blurred, the stars above dimming. Her eyes closed, her final breath a whisper against the night.And then, nothing. Kaka was gone.
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