Chapter 1: Prologue - The Problem Was Living Kindly The problem was living kindly. “Ah… Fuck.” The curse feels clumsy in my mouth, my tongue stiff. It’s not because I never swore—it’s the blood. I realize I’m lying in a pool of it, feeling so distant that even the pain is starting to fade. So that’s it. Dying is less ab...
Chapter 1: Prologue - The Problem Was Living Kindly The problem was living kindly. “Ah… Fuck.” The curse feels clumsy in my mouth, my tongue stiff. It’s not because I never swore—it’s the blood. I realize I’m lying in a pool of it, feeling so distant that even the pain is starting to fade. So that’s it. Dying is less about hurting and more about fading away, a slow detachment from my body, from my soul. “Ghk! Kek!” I always tried to live kindly and considerately, protecting and respecting those around me. If an opportunity came my way, I gave it away; if I had a stroke of luck, I passed it on. I was taught this was the right thing to do, not because I expected blessings in return, but because I’d convinced myself such things weren't vital to me. In the end, however, I was the one who becam
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