Skip It

Just because I've created a chapter with words doesn't mean I'll abandon this fic.

Don't worry, you can read it without fear.

This chapter is just chapter one repeated several times.

When I have published 15 chapters, this chapter which is only for character counting will be deleted.

####

Realizing all this without a guaranteed return, I was already feeling seven feet under on a hospital bed, receiving chemotherapy in heavy amounts in my catheter where it was connected to the veins.

My body was fighting terminal cancer, and my mother didn't tell me this information to prevent me from panicking... but my hearing has always been above normal, and hearing all this before I had even started chemotherapy... I no longer had any hope.

"Will I ever be able to accomplish anything significant...?" I wondered as I watched the liquid falling out of that plastic bag where I stored my serum.

My mother, who was already by my side, avoided crying because of the situation I was facing... in her mind, showing weakness would make me die quickly.

But deep down, I already knew that it would be difficult for me to get out of this... and that was fine, fate is shaped as life brings us.

"We'll be home soon, Shion." My mother's weakened voice echoed in my mind, giving me false hope of a return that would never be fulfilled.

My sister, who was out of my rest room, was sitting in a chair next to my room where I couldn't tell which feeling was supposed to be overflowing... not sadness, not happiness, nothing else.

Her face was neutral and she couldn't react to my case, and I feared that one day she might go through the same thing, since she comes from the same family line.

But I doubt very much that this would be her possible fate of death, she may have been lucky not to develop it... but me, I ended up being drawn by the role of life with 5 distinct numbers that I will never find out what they are, but that have brought me here.

"Well, at least I hope I can realize these crazy analogies that I always end up making in some afterlife or reincarnation... if there really is one." Mentally speaking, as I watched the window outside the hospital falling a few snowflakes one afternoon.

Realizing all this without a guaranteed return, I was already feeling seven feet under on a hospital bed, receiving chemotherapy in heavy amounts in my catheter where it was connected to the veins.

My body was fighting terminal cancer, and my mother didn't tell me this information to prevent me from panicking... but my hearing has always been above normal, and hearing all this before I had even started chemotherapy... I no longer had any hope.

"Will I ever be able to accomplish anything significant...?" I wondered as I watched the liquid falling out of that plastic bag where I stored my serum.

My mother, who was already by my side, avoided crying because of the situation I was facing... in her mind, showing weakness would make me die quickly.

But deep down, I already knew that it would be difficult for me to get out of this... and that was fine, fate is shaped as life brings us.

"We'll be home soon, Shion." My mother's weakened voice echoed in my mind, giving me false hope of a return that would never be fulfilled.

My sister, who was out of my rest room, was sitting in a chair next to my room where I couldn't tell which feeling was supposed to be overflowing... not sadness, not happiness, nothing else.

Her face was neutral and she couldn't react to my case, and I feared that one day she might go through the same thing, since she comes from the same family line.

But I doubt very much that this would be her possible fate of death, she may have been lucky not to develop it... but me, I ended up being drawn by the role of life with 5 distinct numbers that I will never find out what they are, but that have brought me here.

"Well, at least I hope I can realize these crazy analogies that I always end up making in some afterlife or reincarnation... if there really is one." Mentally speaking, as I watched the window outside the hospital falling a few snowflakes one afternoon.

Realizing all this without a guaranteed return, I was already feeling seven feet under on a hospital bed, receiving chemotherapy in heavy amounts in my catheter where it was connected to the veins.

My body was fighting terminal cancer, and my mother didn't tell me this information to prevent me from panicking... but my hearing has always been above normal, and hearing all this before I had even started chemotherapy... I no longer had any hope.

"Will I ever be able to accomplish anything significant...?" I wondered as I watched the liquid falling out of that plastic bag where I stored my serum.

My mother, who was already by my side, avoided crying because of the situation I was facing... in her mind, showing weakness would make me die quickly.

But deep down, I already knew that it would be difficult for me to get out of this... and that was fine, fate is shaped as life brings us.

"We'll be home soon, Shion." My mother's weakened voice echoed in my mind, giving me false hope of a return that would never be fulfilled.

My sister, who was out of my rest room, was sitting in a chair next to my room where I couldn't tell which feeling was supposed to be overflowing... not sadness, not happiness, nothing else.

Her face was neutral and she couldn't react to my case, and I feared that one day she might go through the same thing, since she comes from the same family line.

But I doubt very much that this would be her possible fate of death, she may have been lucky not to develop it... but me, I ended up being drawn by the role of life with 5 distinct numbers that I will never find out what they are, but that have brought me here.

"Well, at least I hope I can realize these crazy analogies that I always end up making in some afterlife or reincarnation... if there really is one." Mentally speaking, as I watched the window outside the hospital falling a few snowflakes one afternoon.

Realizing all this without a guaranteed return, I was already feeling seven feet under on a hospital bed, receiving chemotherapy in heavy amounts in my catheter where it was connected to the veins.

My body was fighting terminal cancer, and my mother didn't tell me this information to prevent me from panicking... but my hearing has always been above normal, and hearing all this before I had even started chemotherapy... I no longer had any hope.

"Will I ever be able to accomplish anything significant...?" I wondered as I watched the liquid falling out of that plastic bag where I stored my serum.

My mother, who was already by my side, avoided crying because of the situation I was facing... in her mind, showing weakness would make me die quickly.

But deep down, I already knew that it would be difficult for me to get out of this... and that was fine, fate is shaped as life brings us.

"We'll be home soon, Shion." My mother's weakened voice echoed in my mind, giving me false hope of a return that would never be fulfilled.

My sister, who was out of my rest room, was sitting in a chair next to my room where I couldn't tell which feeling was supposed to be overflowing... not sadness, not happiness, nothing else.

Her face was neutral and she couldn't react to my case, and I feared that one day she might go through the same thing, since she comes from the same family line.

But I doubt very much that this would be her possible fate of death, she may have been lucky not to develop it... but me, I ended up being drawn by the role of life with 5 distinct numbers that I will never find out what they are, but that have brought me here.

"Well, at least I hope I can realize these crazy analogies that I always end up making in some afterlife or reincarnation... if there really is one." Mentally speaking, as I watched the window outside the hospital falling a few snowflakes one afternoon.

Realizing all this without a guaranteed return, I was already feeling seven feet under on a hospital bed, receiving chemotherapy in heavy amounts in my catheter where it was connected to the veins.

My body was fighting terminal cancer, and my mother didn't tell me this information to prevent me from panicking... but my hearing has always been above normal, and hearing all this before I had even started chemotherapy... I no longer had any hope.

"Will I ever be able to accomplish anything significant...?" I wondered as I watched the liquid falling out of that plastic bag where I stored my serum.

My mother, who was already by my side, avoided crying because of the situation I was facing... in her mind, showing weakness would make me die quickly.

But deep down, I already knew that it would be difficult for me to get out of this... and that was fine, fate is shaped as life brings us.

"We'll be home soon, Shion." My mother's weakened voice echoed in my mind, giving me false hope of a return that would never be fulfilled.

My sister, who was out of my rest room, was sitting in a chair next to my room where I couldn't tell which feeling was supposed to be overflowing... not sadness, not happiness, nothing else.

Her face was neutral and she couldn't react to my case, and I feared that one day she might go through the same thing, since she comes from the same family line.

But I doubt very much that this would be her possible fate of death, she may have been lucky not to develop it... but me, I ended up being drawn by the role of life with 5 distinct numbers that I will never find out what they are, but that have brought me here.

"Well, at least I hope I can realize these crazy analogies that I always end up making in some afterlife or reincarnation... if there really is one." Mentally speaking, as I watched the window outside the hospital falling a few snowflakes one afternoon.

Realizing all this without a guaranteed return, I was already feeling seven feet under on a hospital bed, receiving chemotherapy in heavy amounts in my catheter where it was connected to the veins.

My body was fighting terminal cancer, and my mother didn't tell me this information to prevent me from panicking... but my hearing has always been above normal, and hearing all this before I had even started chemotherapy... I no longer had any hope.

"Will I ever be able to accomplish anything significant...?" I wondered as I watched the liquid falling out of that plastic bag where I stored my serum.

My mother, who was already by my side, avoided crying because of the situation I was facing... in her mind, showing weakness would make me die quickly.

But deep down, I already knew that it would be difficult for me to get out of this... and that was fine, fate is shaped as life brings us.

"We'll be home soon, Shion." My mother's weakened voice echoed in my mind, giving me false hope of a return that would never be fulfilled.

My sister, who was out of my rest room, was sitting in a chair next to my room where I couldn't tell which feeling was supposed to be overflowing... not sadness, not happiness, nothing else.

Her face was neutral and she couldn't react to my case, and I feared that one day she might go through the same thing, since she comes from the same family line.

But I doubt very much that this would be her possible fate of death, she may have been lucky not to develop it... but me, I ended up being drawn by the role of life with 5 distinct numbers that I will never find out what they are, but that have brought me here.

"Well, at least I hope I can realize these crazy analogies that I always end up making in some afterlife or reincarnation... if there really is one." Mentally speaking, as I watched the window outside the hospital falling a few snowflakes one afternoon.

Realizing all this without a guaranteed return, I was already feeling seven feet under on a hospital bed, receiving chemotherapy in heavy amounts in my catheter where it was connected to the veins.

My body was fighting terminal cancer, and my mother didn't tell me this information to prevent me from panicking... but my hearing has always been above normal, and hearing all this before I had even started chemotherapy... I no longer had any hope.

"Will I ever be able to accomplish anything significant...?" I wondered as I watched the liquid falling out of that plastic bag where I stored my serum.

My mother, who was already by my side, avoided crying because of the situation I was facing... in her mind, showing weakness would make me die quickly.

But deep down, I already knew that it would be difficult for me to get out of this... and that was fine, fate is shaped as life brings us.

"We'll be home soon, Shion." My mother's weakened voice echoed in my mind, giving me false hope of a return that would never be fulfilled.

My sister, who was out of my rest room, was sitting in a chair next to my room where I couldn't tell which feeling was supposed to be overflowing... not sadness, not happiness, nothing else.

Her face was neutral and she couldn't react to my case, and I feared that one day she might go through the same thing, since she comes from the same family line.

But I doubt very much that this would be her possible fate of death, she may have been lucky not to develop it... but me, I ended up being drawn by the role of life with 5 distinct numbers that I will never find out what they are, but that have brought me here.

"Well, at least I hope I can realize these crazy analogies that I always end up making in some afterlife or reincarnation... if there really is one." Mentally speaking, as I watched the window outside the hospital falling a few snowflakes one afternoon.

Realizing all this without a guaranteed return, I was already feeling seven feet under on a hospital bed, receiving chemotherapy in heavy amounts in my catheter where it was connected to the veins.

My body was fighting terminal cancer, and my mother didn't tell me this information to prevent me from panicking... but my hearing has always been above normal, and hearing all this before I had even started chemotherapy... I no longer had any hope.

"Will I ever be able to accomplish anything significant...?" I wondered as I watched the liquid falling out of that plastic bag where I stored my serum.

My mother, who was already by my side, avoided crying because of the situation I was facing... in her mind, showing weakness would make me die quickly.

But deep down, I already knew that it would be difficult for me to get out of this... and that was fine, fate is shaped as life brings us.

"We'll be home soon, Shion." My mother's weakened voice echoed in my mind, giving me false hope of a return that would never be fulfilled.

My sister, who was out of my rest room, was sitting in a chair next to my room where I couldn't tell which feeling was supposed to be overflowing... not sadness, not happiness, nothing else.

Her face was neutral and she couldn't react to my case, and I feared that one day she might go through the same thing, since she comes from the same family line.

But I doubt very much that this would be her possible fate of death, she may have been lucky not to develop it... but me, I ended up being drawn by the role of life with 5 distinct numbers that I will never find out what they are, but that have brought me here.

"Well, at least I hope I can realize these crazy analogies that I always end up making in some afterlife or reincarnation... if there really is one." Mentally speaking, as I watched the window outside the hospital falling a few snowflakes one afternoon.

Realizing all this without a guaranteed return, I was already feeling seven feet under on a hospital bed, receiving chemotherapy in heavy amounts in my catheter where it was connected to the veins.

My body was fighting terminal cancer, and my mother didn't tell me this information to prevent me from panicking... but my hearing has always been above normal, and hearing all this before I had even started chemotherapy... I no longer had any hope.

"Will I ever be able to accomplish anything significant...?" I wondered as I watched the liquid falling out of that plastic bag where I stored my serum.

My mother, who was already by my side, avoided crying because of the situation I was facing... in her mind, showing weakness would make me die quickly.

But deep down, I already knew that it would be difficult for me to get out of this... and that was fine, fate is shaped as life brings us.

"We'll be home soon, Shion." My mother's weakened voice echoed in my mind, giving me false hope of a return that would never be fulfilled.

My sister, who was out of my rest room, was sitting in a chair next to my room where I couldn't tell which feeling was supposed to be overflowing... not sadness, not happiness, nothing else.

Her face was neutral and she couldn't react to my case, and I feared that one day she might go through the same thing, since she comes from the same family line.

But I doubt very much that this would be her possible fate of death, she may have been lucky not to develop it... but me, I ended up being drawn by the role of life with 5 distinct numbers that I will never find out what they are, but that have brought me here.

"Well, at least I hope I can realize these crazy analogies that I always end up making in some afterlife or reincarnation... if there really is one." Mentally speaking, as I watched the window outside the hospital falling a few snowflakes one afternoon.

Realizing all this without a guaranteed return, I was already feeling seven feet under on a hospital bed, receiving chemotherapy in heavy amounts in my catheter where it was connected to the veins.

My body was fighting terminal cancer, and my mother didn't tell me this information to prevent me from panicking... but my hearing has always been above normal, and hearing all this before I had even started chemotherapy... I no longer had any hope.

"Will I ever be able to accomplish anything significant...?" I wondered as I watched the liquid falling out of that plastic bag where I stored my serum.

My mother, who was already by my side, avoided crying because of the situation I was facing... in her mind, showing weakness would make me die quickly.

But deep down, I already knew that it would be difficult for me to get out of this... and that was fine, fate is shaped as life brings us.

"We'll be home soon, Shion." My mother's weakened voice echoed in my mind, giving me false hope of a return that would never be fulfilled.

My sister, who was out of my rest room, was sitting in a chair next to my room where I couldn't tell which feeling was supposed to be overflowing... not sadness, not happiness, nothing else.

Her face was neutral and she couldn't react to my case, and I feared that one day she might go through the same thing, since she comes from the same family line.

But I doubt very much that this would be her possible fate of death, she may have been lucky not to develop it... but me, I ended up being drawn by the role of life with 5 distinct numbers that I will never find out what they are, but that have brought me here.

"Well, at least I hope I can realize these crazy analogies that I always end up making in some afterlife or reincarnation... if there really is one." Mentally speaking, as I watched the window outside the hospital falling a few snowflakes one afternoon.

Realizing all this without a guaranteed return, I was already feeling seven feet under on a hospital bed, receiving chemotherapy in heavy amounts in my catheter where it was connected to the veins.

My body was fighting terminal cancer, and my mother didn't tell me this information to prevent me from panicking... but my hearing has always been above normal, and hearing all this before I had even started chemotherapy... I no longer had any hope.

"Will I ever be able to accomplish anything significant...?" I wondered as I watched the liquid falling out of that plastic bag where I stored my serum.

My mother, who was already by my side, avoided crying because of the situation I was facing... in her mind, showing weakness would make me die quickly.

But deep down, I already knew that it would be difficult for me to get out of this... and that was fine, fate is shaped as life brings us.

"We'll be home soon, Shion." My mother's weakened voice echoed in my mind, giving me false hope of a return that would never be fulfilled.

My sister, who was out of my rest room, was sitting in a chair next to my room where I couldn't tell which feeling was supposed to be overflowing... not sadness, not happiness, nothing else.

Her face was neutral and she couldn't react to my case, and I feared that one day she might go through the same thing, since she comes from the same family line.

But I doubt very much that this would be her possible fate of death, she may have been lucky not to develop it... but me, I ended up being drawn by the role of life with 5 distinct numbers that I will never find out what they are, but that have brought me here.

"Well, at least I hope I can realize these crazy analogies that I always end up making in some afterlife or reincarnation... if there really is one." Mentally speaking, as I watched the window outside the hospital falling a few snowflakes one afternoon.

Realizing all this without a guaranteed return, I was already feeling seven feet under on a hospital bed, receiving chemotherapy in heavy amounts in my catheter where it was connected to the veins.

My body was fighting terminal cancer, and my mother didn't tell me this information to prevent me from panicking... but my hearing has always been above normal, and hearing all this before I had even started chemotherapy... I no longer had any hope.

"Will I ever be able to accomplish anything significant...?" I wondered as I watched the liquid falling out of that plastic bag where I stored my serum.

My mother, who was already by my side, avoided crying because of the situation I was facing... in her mind, showing weakness would make me die quickly.

But deep down, I already knew that it would be difficult for me to get out of this... and that was fine, fate is shaped as life brings us.

"We'll be home soon, Shion." My mother's weakened voice echoed in my mind, giving me false hope of a return that would never be fulfilled.

My sister, who was out of my rest room, was sitting in a chair next to my room where I couldn't tell which feeling was supposed to be overflowing... not sadness, not happiness, nothing else.

Her face was neutral and she couldn't react to my case, and I feared that one day she might go through the same thing, since she comes from the same family line.

But I doubt very much that this would be her possible fate of death, she may have been lucky not to develop it... but me, I ended up being drawn by the role of life with 5 distinct numbers that I will never find out what they are, but that have brought me here.

"Well, at least I hope I can realize these crazy analogies that I always end up making in some afterlife or reincarnation... if there really is one." Mentally speaking, as I watched the window outside the hospital falling a few snowflakes one afternoon.

Realizing all this without a guaranteed return, I was already feeling seven feet under on a hospital bed, receiving chemotherapy in heavy amounts in my catheter where it was connected to the veins.

My body was fighting terminal cancer, and my mother didn't tell me this information to prevent me from panicking... but my hearing has always been above normal, and hearing all this before I had even started chemotherapy... I no longer had any hope.

"Will I ever be able to accomplish anything significant...?" I wondered as I watched the liquid falling out of that plastic bag where I stored my serum.

My mother, who was already by my side, avoided crying because of the situation I was facing... in her mind, showing weakness would make me die quickly.

But deep down, I already knew that it would be difficult for me to get out of this... and that was fine, fate is shaped as life brings us.

"We'll be home soon, Shion." My mother's weakened voice echoed in my mind, giving me false hope of a return that would never be fulfilled.

My sister, who was out of my rest room, was sitting in a chair next to my room where I couldn't tell which feeling was supposed to be overflowing... not sadness, not happiness, nothing else.

Her face was neutral and she couldn't react to my case, and I feared that one day she might go through the same thing, since she comes from the same family line.

But I doubt very much that this would be her possible fate of death, she may have been lucky not to develop it... but me, I ended up being drawn by the role of life with 5 distinct numbers that I will never find out what they are, but that have brought me here.

"Well, at least I hope I can realize these crazy analogies that I always end up making in some afterlife or reincarnation... if there really is one." Mentally speaking, as I watched the window outside the hospital falling a few snowflakes one afternoon.

Realizing all this without a guaranteed return, I was already feeling seven feet under on a hospital bed, receiving chemotherapy in heavy amounts in my catheter where it was connected to the veins.

My body was fighting terminal cancer, and my mother didn't tell me this information to prevent me from panicking... but my hearing has always been above normal, and hearing all this before I had even started chemotherapy... I no longer had any hope.

"Will I ever be able to accomplish anything significant...?" I wondered as I watched the liquid falling out of that plastic bag where I stored my serum.

My mother, who was already by my side, avoided crying because of the situation I was facing... in her mind, showing weakness would make me die quickly.

But deep down, I already knew that it would be difficult for me to get out of this... and that was fine, fate is shaped as life brings us.

"We'll be home soon, Shion." My mother's weakened voice echoed in my mind, giving me false hope of a return that would never be fulfilled.

My sister, who was out of my rest room, was sitting in a chair next to my room where I couldn't tell which feeling was supposed to be overflowing... not sadness, not happiness, nothing else.

Her face was neutral and she couldn't react to my case, and I feared that one day she might go through the same thing, since she comes from the same family line.

But I doubt very much that this would be her possible fate of death, she may have been lucky not to develop it... but me, I ended up being drawn by the role of life with 5 distinct numbers that I will never find out what they are, but that have brought me here.

"Well, at least I hope I can realize these crazy analogies that I always end up making in some afterlife or reincarnation... if there really is one." Mentally speaking, as I watched the window outside the hospital falling a few snowflakes one afternoon.

Realizing all this without a guaranteed return, I was already feeling seven feet under on a hospital bed, receiving chemotherapy in heavy amounts in my catheter where it was connected to the veins.

My body was fighting terminal cancer, and my mother didn't tell me this information to prevent me from panicking... but my hearing has always been above normal, and hearing all this before I had even started chemotherapy... I no longer had any hope.

"Will I ever be able to accomplish anything significant...?" I wondered as I watched the liquid falling out of that plastic bag where I stored my serum.

My mother, who was already by my side, avoided crying because of the situation I was facing... in her mind, showing weakness would make me die quickly.

But deep down, I already knew that it would be difficult for me to get out of this... and that was fine, fate is shaped as life brings us.

"We'll be home soon, Shion." My mother's weakened voice echoed in my mind, giving me false hope of a return that would never be fulfilled.

My sister, who was out of my rest room, was sitting in a chair next to my room where I couldn't tell which feeling was supposed to be overflowing... not sadness, not happiness, nothing else.

Her face was neutral and she couldn't react to my case, and I feared that one day she might go through the same thing, since she comes from the same family line.

But I doubt very much that this would be her possible fate of death, she may have been lucky not to develop it... but me, I ended up being drawn by the role of life with 5 distinct numbers that I will never find out what they are, but that have brought me here.

"Well, at least I hope I can realize these crazy analogies that I always end up making in some afterlife or reincarnation... if there really is one." Mentally speaking, as I watched the window outside the hospital falling a few snowflakes one afternoon.

Realizing all this without a guaranteed return, I was already feeling seven feet under on a hospital bed, receiving chemotherapy in heavy amounts in my catheter where it was connected to the veins.

My body was fighting terminal cancer, and my mother didn't tell me this information to prevent me from panicking... but my hearing has always been above normal, and hearing all this before I had even started chemotherapy... I no longer had any hope.

"Will I ever be able to accomplish anything significant...?" I wondered as I watched the liquid falling out of that plastic bag where I stored my serum.

My mother, who was already by my side, avoided crying because of the situation I was facing... in her mind, showing weakness would make me die quickly.

But deep down, I already knew that it would be difficult for me to get out of this... and that was fine, fate is shaped as life brings us.

"We'll be home soon, Shion." My mother's weakened voice echoed in my mind, giving me false hope of a return that would never be fulfilled.

My sister, who was out of my rest room, was sitting in a chair next to my room where I couldn't tell which feeling was supposed to be overflowing... not sadness, not happiness, nothing else.

Her face was neutral and she couldn't react to my case, and I feared that one day she might go through the same thing, since she comes from the same family line.

But I doubt very much that this would be her possible fate of death, she may have been lucky not to develop it... but me, I ended up being drawn by the role of life with 5 distinct numbers that I will never find out what they are, but that have brought me here.

"Well, at least I hope I can realize these crazy analogies that I always end up making in some afterlife or reincarnation... if there really is one." Mentally speaking, as I watched the window outside the hospital falling a few snowflakes one afternoon.

Realizing all this without a guaranteed return, I was already feeling seven feet under on a hospital bed, receiving chemotherapy in heavy amounts in my catheter where it was connected to the veins.

My body was fighting terminal cancer, and my mother didn't tell me this information to prevent me from panicking... but my hearing has always been above normal, and hearing all this before I had even started chemotherapy... I no longer had any hope.

"Will I ever be able to accomplish anything significant...?" I wondered as I watched the liquid falling out of that plastic bag where I stored my serum.

My mother, who was already by my side, avoided crying because of the situation I was facing... in her mind, showing weakness would make me die quickly.

But deep down, I already knew that it would be difficult for me to get out of this... and that was fine, fate is shaped as life brings us.

"We'll be home soon, Shion." My mother's weakened voice echoed in my mind, giving me false hope of a return that would never be fulfilled.

My sister, who was out of my rest room, was sitting in a chair next to my room where I couldn't tell which feeling was supposed to be overflowing... not sadness, not happiness, nothing else.

Her face was neutral and she couldn't react to my case, and I feared that one day she might go through the same thing, since she comes from the same family line.

But I doubt very much that this would be her possible fate of death, she may have been lucky not to develop it... but me, I ended up being drawn by the role of life with 5 distinct numbers that I will never find out what they are, but that have brought me here.

"Well, at least I hope I can realize these crazy analogies that I always end up making in some afterlife or reincarnation... if there really is one." Mentally speaking, as I watched the window outside the hospital falling a few snowflakes one afternoon.

Realizing all this without a guaranteed return, I was already feeling seven feet under on a hospital bed, receiving chemotherapy in heavy amounts in my catheter where it was connected to the veins.

My body was fighting terminal cancer, and my mother didn't tell me this information to prevent me from panicking... but my hearing has always been above normal, and hearing all this before I had even started chemotherapy... I no longer had any hope.

"Will I ever be able to accomplish anything significant...?" I wondered as I watched the liquid falling out of that plastic bag where I stored my serum.

My mother, who was already by my side, avoided crying because of the situation I was facing... in her mind, showing weakness would make me die quickly.

But deep down, I already knew that it would be difficult for me to get out of this... and that was fine, fate is shaped as life brings us.

"We'll be home soon, Shion." My mother's weakened voice echoed in my mind, giving me false hope of a return that would never be fulfilled.

My sister, who was out of my rest room, was sitting in a chair next to my room where I couldn't tell which feeling was supposed to be overflowing... not sadness, not happiness, nothing else.

Her face was neutral and she couldn't react to my case, and I feared that one day she might go through the same thing, since she comes from the same family line.

But I doubt very much that this would be her possible fate of death, she may have been lucky not to develop it... but me, I ended up being drawn by the role of life with 5 distinct numbers that I will never find out what they are, but that have brought me here.

"Well, at least I hope I can realize these crazy analogies that I always end up making in some afterlife or reincarnation... if there really is one." Mentally speaking, as I watched the window outside the hospital falling a few snowflakes one afternoon.

Realizing all this without a guaranteed return, I was already feeling seven feet under on a hospital bed, receiving chemotherapy in heavy amounts in my catheter where it was connected to the veins.

My body was fighting terminal cancer, and my mother didn't tell me this information to prevent me from panicking... but my hearing has always been above normal, and hearing all this before I had even started chemotherapy... I no longer had any hope.

"Will I ever be able to accomplish anything significant...?" I wondered as I watched the liquid falling out of that plastic bag where I stored my serum.

My mother, who was already by my side, avoided crying because of the situation I was facing... in her mind, showing weakness would make me die quickly.

But deep down, I already knew that it would be difficult for me to get out of this... and that was fine, fate is shaped as life brings us.

"We'll be home soon, Shion." My mother's weakened voice echoed in my mind, giving me false hope of a return that would never be fulfilled.

My sister, who was out of my rest room, was sitting in a chair next to my room where I couldn't tell which feeling was supposed to be overflowing... not sadness, not happiness, nothing else.

Her face was neutral and she couldn't react to my case, and I feared that one day she might go through the same thing, since she comes from the same family line.

But I doubt very much that this would be her possible fate of death, she may have been lucky not to develop it... but me, I ended up being drawn by the role of life with 5 distinct numbers that I will never find out what they are, but that have brought me here.

"Well, at least I hope I can realize these crazy analogies that I always end up making in some afterlife or reincarnation... if there really is one." Mentally speaking, as I watched the window outside the hospital falling a few snowflakes one afternoon.

Realizing all this without a guaranteed return, I was already feeling seven feet under on a hospital bed, receiving chemotherapy in heavy amounts in my catheter where it was connected to the veins.

My body was fighting terminal cancer, and my mother didn't tell me this information to prevent me from panicking... but my hearing has always been above normal, and hearing all this before I had even started chemotherapy... I no longer had any hope.

"Will I ever be able to accomplish anything significant...?" I wondered as I watched the liquid falling out of that plastic bag where I stored my serum.

My mother, who was already by my side, avoided crying because of the situation I was facing... in her mind, showing weakness would make me die quickly.

But deep down, I already knew that it would be difficult for me to get out of this... and that was fine, fate is shaped as life brings us.

"We'll be home soon, Shion." My mother's weakened voice echoed in my mind, giving me false hope of a return that would never be fulfilled.

My sister, who was out of my rest room, was sitting in a chair next to my room where I couldn't tell which feeling was supposed to be overflowing... not sadness, not happiness, nothing else.

Her face was neutral and she couldn't react to my case, and I feared that one day she might go through the same thing, since she comes from the same family line.

But I doubt very much that this would be her possible fate of death, she may have been lucky not to develop it... but me, I ended up being drawn by the role of life with 5 distinct numbers that I will never find out what they are, but that have brought me here.

"Well, at least I hope I can realize these crazy analogies that I always end up making in some afterlife or reincarnation... if there really is one." Mentally speaking, as I watched the window outside the hospital falling a few snowflakes one afternoon.

Realizing all this without a guaranteed return, I was already feeling seven feet under on a hospital bed, receiving chemotherapy in heavy amounts in my catheter where it was connected to the veins.

My body was fighting terminal cancer, and my mother didn't tell me this information to prevent me from panicking... but my hearing has always been above normal, and hearing all this before I had even started chemotherapy... I no longer had any hope.

"Will I ever be able to accomplish anything significant...?" I wondered as I watched the liquid falling out of that plastic bag where I stored my serum.

My mother, who was already by my side, avoided crying because of the situation I was facing... in her mind, showing weakness would make me die quickly.

But deep down, I already knew that it would be difficult for me to get out of this... and that was fine, fate is shaped as life brings us.

"We'll be home soon, Shion." My mother's weakened voice echoed in my mind, giving me false hope of a return that would never be fulfilled.

My sister, who was out of my rest room, was sitting in a chair next to my room where I couldn't tell which feeling was supposed to be overflowing... not sadness, not happiness, nothing else.

Her face was neutral and she couldn't react to my case, and I feared that one day she might go through the same thing, since she comes from the same family line.

But I doubt very much that this would be her possible fate of death, she may have been lucky not to develop it... but me, I ended up being drawn by the role of life with 5 distinct numbers that I will never find out what they are, but that have brought me here.

"Well, at least I hope I can realize these crazy analogies that I always end up making in some afterlife or reincarnation... if there really is one." Mentally speaking, as I watched the window outside the hospital falling a few snowflakes one afternoon.

Realizing all this without a guaranteed return, I was already feeling seven feet under on a hospital bed, receiving chemotherapy in heavy amounts in my catheter where it was connected to the veins.

My body was fighting terminal cancer, and my mother didn't tell me this information to prevent me from panicking... but my hearing has always been above normal, and hearing all this before I had even started chemotherapy... I no longer had any hope.

"Will I ever be able to accomplish anything significant...?" I wondered as I watched the liquid falling out of that plastic bag where I stored my serum.

My mother, who was already by my side, avoided crying because of the situation I was facing... in her mind, showing weakness would make me die quickly.

But deep down, I already knew that it would be difficult for me to get out of this... and that was fine, fate is shaped as life brings us.

"We'll be home soon, Shion." My mother's weakened voice echoed in my mind, giving me false hope of a return that would never be fulfilled.

My sister, who was out of my rest room, was sitting in a chair next to my room where I couldn't tell which feeling was supposed to be overflowing... not sadness, not happiness, nothing else.

Her face was neutral and she couldn't react to my case, and I feared that one day she might go through the same thing, since she comes from the same family line.

But I doubt very much that this would be her possible fate of death, she may have been lucky not to develop it... but me, I ended up being drawn by the role of life with 5 distinct numbers that I will never find out what they are, but that have brought me here.

"Well, at least I hope I can realize these crazy analogies that I always end up making in some afterlife or reincarnation... if there really is one." Mentally speaking, as I watched the window outside the hospital falling a few snowflakes one afternoon.

Realizing all this without a guaranteed return, I was already feeling seven feet under on a hospital bed, receiving chemotherapy in heavy amounts in my catheter where it was connected to the veins.

My body was fighting terminal cancer, and my mother didn't tell me this information to prevent me from panicking... but my hearing has always been above normal, and hearing all this before I had even started chemotherapy... I no longer had any hope.

"Will I ever be able to accomplish anything significant...?" I wondered as I watched the liquid falling out of that plastic bag where I stored my serum.

My mother, who was already by my side, avoided crying because of the situation I was facing... in her mind, showing weakness would make me die quickly.

But deep down, I already knew that it would be difficult for me to get out of this... and that was fine, fate is shaped as life brings us.

"We'll be home soon, Shion." My mother's weakened voice echoed in my mind, giving me false hope of a return that would never be fulfilled.

My sister, who was out of my rest room, was sitting in a chair next to my room where I couldn't tell which feeling was supposed to be overflowing... not sadness, not happiness, nothing else.

Her face was neutral and she couldn't react to my case, and I feared that one day she might go through the same thing, since she comes from the same family line.

But I doubt very much that this would be her possible fate of death, she may have been lucky not to develop it... but me, I ended up being drawn by the role of life with 5 distinct numbers that I will never find out what they are, but that have brought me here.

"Well, at least I hope I can realize these crazy analogies that I always end up making in some afterlife or reincarnation... if there really is one." Mentally speaking, as I watched the window outside the hospital falling a few snowflakes one afternoon.

Realizing all this without a guaranteed return, I was already feeling seven feet under on a hospital bed, receiving chemotherapy in heavy amounts in my catheter where it was connected to the veins.

My body was fighting terminal cancer, and my mother didn't tell me this information to prevent me from panicking... but my hearing has always been above normal, and hearing all this before I had even started chemotherapy... I no longer had any hope.

"Will I ever be able to accomplish anything significant...?" I wondered as I watched the liquid falling out of that plastic bag where I stored my serum.

My mother, who was already by my side, avoided crying because of the situation I was facing... in her mind, showing weakness would make me die quickly.

But deep down, I already knew that it would be difficult for me to get out of this... and that was fine, fate is shaped as life brings us.

"We'll be home soon, Shion." My mother's weakened voice echoed in my mind, giving me false hope of a return that would never be fulfilled.

My sister, who was out of my rest room, was sitting in a chair next to my room where I couldn't tell which feeling was supposed to be overflowing... not sadness, not happiness, nothing else.

Her face was neutral and she couldn't react to my case, and I feared that one day she might go through the same thing, since she comes from the same family line.

But I doubt very much that this would be her possible fate of death, she may have been lucky not to develop it... but me, I ended up being drawn by the role of life with 5 distinct numbers that I will never find out what they are, but that have brought me here.

"Well, at least I hope I can realize these crazy analogies that I always end up making in some afterlife or reincarnation... if there really is one." Mentally speaking, as I watched the window outside the hospital falling a few snowflakes one afternoon.

Realizing all this without a guaranteed return, I was already feeling seven feet under on a hospital bed, receiving chemotherapy in heavy amounts in my catheter where it was connected to the veins.

My body was fighting terminal cancer, and my mother didn't tell me this information to prevent me from panicking... but my hearing has always been above normal, and hearing all this before I had even started chemotherapy... I no longer had any hope.

"Will I ever be able to accomplish anything significant...?" I wondered as I watched the liquid falling out of that plastic bag where I stored my serum.

My mother, who was already by my side, avoided crying because of the situation I was facing... in her mind, showing weakness would make me die quickly.

But deep down, I already knew that it would be difficult for me to get out of this... and that was fine, fate is shaped as life brings us.

"We'll be home soon, Shion." My mother's weakened voice echoed in my mind, giving me false hope of a return that would never be fulfilled.

My sister, who was out of my rest room, was sitting in a chair next to my room where I couldn't tell which feeling was supposed to be overflowing... not sadness, not happiness, nothing else.

Her face was neutral and she couldn't react to my case, and I feared that one day she might go through the same thing, since she comes from the same family line.

But I doubt very much that this would be her possible fate of death, she may have been lucky not to develop it... but me, I ended up being drawn by the role of life with 5 distinct numbers that I will never find out what they are, but that have brought me here.

"Well, at least I hope I can realize these crazy analogies that I always end up making in some afterlife or reincarnation... if there really is one." Mentally speaking, as I watched the window outside the hospital falling a few snowflakes one afternoon.

Realizing all this without a guaranteed return, I was already feeling seven feet under on a hospital bed, receiving chemotherapy in heavy amounts in my catheter where it was connected to the veins.

My body was fighting terminal cancer, and my mother didn't tell me this information to prevent me from panicking... but my hearing has always been above normal, and hearing all this before I had even started chemotherapy... I no longer had any hope.

"Will I ever be able to accomplish anything significant...?" I wondered as I watched the liquid falling out of that plastic bag where I stored my serum.

My mother, who was already by my side, avoided crying because of the situation I was facing... in her mind, showing weakness would make me die quickly.

But deep down, I already knew that it would be difficult for me to get out of this... and that was fine, fate is shaped as life brings us.

"We'll be home soon, Shion." My mother's weakened voice echoed in my mind, giving me false hope of a return that would never be fulfilled.

My sister, who was out of my rest room, was sitting in a chair next to my room where I couldn't tell which feeling was supposed to be overflowing... not sadness, not happiness, nothing else.

Her face was neutral and she couldn't react to my case, and I feared that one day she might go through the same thing, since she comes from the same family line.

But I doubt very much that this would be her possible fate of death, she may have been lucky not to develop it... but me, I ended up being drawn by the role of life with 5 distinct numbers that I will never find out what they are, but that have brought me here.

"Well, at least I hope I can realize these crazy analogies that I always end up making in some afterlife or reincarnation... if there really is one." Mentally speaking, as I watched the window outside the hospital falling a few snowflakes one afternoon.

Realizing all this without a guaranteed return, I was already feeling seven feet under on a hospital bed, receiving chemotherapy in heavy amounts in my catheter where it was connected to the veins.

My body was fighting terminal cancer, and my mother didn't tell me this information to prevent me from panicking... but my hearing has always been above normal, and hearing all this before I had even started chemotherapy... I no longer had any hope.

"Will I ever be able to accomplish anything significant...?" I wondered as I watched the liquid falling out of that plastic bag where I stored my serum.

My mother, who was already by my side, avoided crying because of the situation I was facing... in her mind, showing weakness would make me die quickly.

But deep down, I already knew that it would be difficult for me to get out of this... and that was fine, fate is shaped as life brings us.

"We'll be home soon, Shion." My mother's weakened voice echoed in my mind, giving me false hope of a return that would never be fulfilled.

My sister, who was out of my rest room, was sitting in a chair next to my room where I couldn't tell which feeling was supposed to be overflowing... not sadness, not happiness, nothing else.

Her face was neutral and she couldn't react to my case, and I feared that one day she might go through the same thing, since she comes from the same family line.

But I doubt very much that this would be her possible fate of death, she may have been lucky not to develop it... but me, I ended up being drawn by the role of life with 5 distinct numbers that I will never find out what they are, but that have brought me here.

"Well, at least I hope I can realize these crazy analogies that I always end up making in some afterlife or reincarnation... if there really is one." Mentally speaking, as I watched the window outside the hospital falling a few snowflakes one afternoon.

Realizing all this without a guaranteed return, I was already feeling seven feet under on a hospital bed, receiving chemotherapy in heavy amounts in my catheter where it was connected to the veins.

My body was fighting terminal cancer, and my mother didn't tell me this information to prevent me from panicking... but my hearing has always been above normal, and hearing all this before I had even started chemotherapy... I no longer had any hope.

"Will I ever be able to accomplish anything significant...?" I wondered as I watched the liquid falling out of that plastic bag where I stored my serum.

My mother, who was already by my side, avoided crying because of the situation I was facing... in her mind, showing weakness would make me die quickly.

But deep down, I already knew that it would be difficult for me to get out of this... and that was fine, fate is shaped as life brings us.

"We'll be home soon, Shion." My mother's weakened voice echoed in my mind, giving me false hope of a return that would never be fulfilled.

My sister, who was out of my rest room, was sitting in a chair next to my room where I couldn't tell which feeling was supposed to be overflowing... not sadness, not happiness, nothing else.

Her face was neutral and she couldn't react to my case, and I feared that one day she might go through the same thing, since she comes from the same family line.

But I doubt very much that this would be her possible fate of death, she may have been lucky not to develop it... but me, I ended up being drawn by the role of life with 5 distinct numbers that I will never find out what they are, but that have brought me here.

"Well, at least I hope I can realize these crazy analogies that I always end up making in some afterlife or reincarnation... if there really is one." Mentally speaking, as I watched the window outside the hospital falling a few snowflakes one afternoon.

Realizing all this without a guaranteed return, I was already feeling seven feet under on a hospital bed, receiving chemotherapy in heavy amounts in my catheter where it was connected to the veins.

My body was fighting terminal cancer, and my mother didn't tell me this information to prevent me from panicking... but my hearing has always been above normal, and hearing all this before I had even started chemotherapy... I no longer had any hope.

"Will I ever be able to accomplish anything significant...?" I wondered as I watched the liquid falling out of that plastic bag where I stored my serum.

My mother, who was already by my side, avoided crying because of the situation I was facing... in her mind, showing weakness would make me die quickly.

But deep down, I already knew that it would be difficult for me to get out of this... and that was fine, fate is shaped as life brings us.

"We'll be home soon, Shion." My mother's weakened voice echoed in my mind, giving me false hope of a return that would never be fulfilled.

My sister, who was out of my rest room, was sitting in a chair next to my room where I couldn't tell which feeling was supposed to be overflowing... not sadness, not happiness, nothing else.

Her face was neutral and she couldn't react to my case, and I feared that one day she might go through the same thing, since she comes from the same family line.

But I doubt very much that this would be her possible fate of death, she may have been lucky not to develop it... but me, I ended up being drawn by the role of life with 5 distinct numbers that I will never find out what they are, but that have brought me here.

"Well, at least I hope I can realize these crazy analogies that I always end up making in some afterlife or reincarnation... if there really is one." Mentally speaking, as I watched the window outside the hospital falling a few snowflakes one afternoon.

Realizing all this without a guaranteed return, I was already feeling seven feet under on a hospital bed, receiving chemotherapy in heavy amounts in my catheter where it was connected to the veins.

My body was fighting terminal cancer, and my mother didn't tell me this information to prevent me from panicking... but my hearing has always been above normal, and hearing all this before I had even started chemotherapy... I no longer had any hope.

"Will I ever be able to accomplish anything significant...?" I wondered as I watched the liquid falling out of that plastic bag where I stored my serum.

My mother, who was already by my side, avoided crying because of the situation I was facing... in her mind, showing weakness would make me die quickly.

But deep down, I already knew that it would be difficult for me to get out of this... and that was fine, fate is shaped as life brings us.

"We'll be home soon, Shion." My mother's weakened voice echoed in my mind, giving me false hope of a return that would never be fulfilled.

My sister, who was out of my rest room, was sitting in a chair next to my room where I couldn't tell which feeling was supposed to be overflowing... not sadness, not happiness, nothing else.

Her face was neutral and she couldn't react to my case, and I feared that one day she might go through the same thing, since she comes from the same family line.

But I doubt very much that this would be her possible fate of death, she may have been lucky not to develop it... but me, I ended up being drawn by the role of life with 5 distinct numbers that I will never find out what they are, but that have brought me here.

"Well, at least I hope I can realize these crazy analogies that I always end up making in some afterlife or reincarnation... if there really is one." Mentally speaking, as I watched the window outside the hospital falling a few snowflakes one afternoon.

Realizing all this without a guaranteed return, I was already feeling seven feet under on a hospital bed, receiving chemotherapy in heavy amounts in my catheter where it was connected to the veins.

My body was fighting terminal cancer, and my mother didn't tell me this information to prevent me from panicking... but my hearing has always been above normal, and hearing all this before I had even started chemotherapy... I no longer had any hope.

"Will I ever be able to accomplish anything significant...?" I wondered as I watched the liquid falling out of that plastic bag where I stored my serum.

My mother, who was already by my side, avoided crying because of the situation I was facing... in her mind, showing weakness would make me die quickly.

But deep down, I already knew that it would be difficult for me to get out of this... and that was fine, fate is shaped as life brings us.

"We'll be home soon, Shion." My mother's weakened voice echoed in my mind, giving me false hope of a return that would never be fulfilled.

My sister, who was out of my rest room, was sitting in a chair next to my room where I couldn't tell which feeling was supposed to be overflowing... not sadness, not happiness, nothing else.

Her face was neutral and she couldn't react to my case, and I feared that one day she might go through the same thing, since she comes from the same family line.

But I doubt very much that this would be her possible fate of death, she may have been lucky not to develop it... but me, I ended up being drawn by the role of life with 5 distinct numbers that I will never find out what they are, but that have brought me here.

"Well, at least I hope I can realize these crazy analogies that I always end up making in some afterlife or reincarnation... if there really is one." Mentally speaking, as I watched the window outside the hospital falling a few snowflakes one afternoon.

Realizing all this without a guaranteed return, I was already feeling seven feet under on a hospital bed, receiving chemotherapy in heavy amounts in my catheter where it was connected to the veins.

My body was fighting terminal cancer, and my mother didn't tell me this information to prevent me from panicking... but my hearing has always been above normal, and hearing all this before I had even started chemotherapy... I no longer had any hope.

"Will I ever be able to accomplish anything significant...?" I wondered as I watched the liquid falling out of that plastic bag where I stored my serum.

My mother, who was already by my side, avoided crying because of the situation I was facing... in her mind, showing weakness would make me die quickly.

But deep down, I already knew that it would be difficult for me to get out of this... and that was fine, fate is shaped as life brings us.

"We'll be home soon, Shion." My mother's weakened voice echoed in my mind, giving me false hope of a return that would never be fulfilled.

My sister, who was out of my rest room, was sitting in a chair next to my room where I couldn't tell which feeling was supposed to be overflowing... not sadness, not happiness, nothing else.

Her face was neutral and she couldn't react to my case, and I feared that one day she might go through the same thing, since she comes from the same family line.

But I doubt very much that this would be her possible fate of death, she may have been lucky not to develop it... but me, I ended up being drawn by the role of life with 5 distinct numbers that I will never find out what they are, but that have brought me here.

"Well, at least I hope I can realize these crazy analogies that I always end up making in some afterlife or reincarnation... if there really is one." Mentally speaking, as I watched the window outside the hospital falling a few snowflakes one afternoon.

Realizing all this without a guaranteed return, I was already feeling seven feet under on a hospital bed, receiving chemotherapy in heavy amounts in my catheter where it was connected to the veins.

My body was fighting terminal cancer, and my mother didn't tell me this information to prevent me from panicking... but my hearing has always been above normal, and hearing all this before I had even started chemotherapy... I no longer had any hope.

"Will I ever be able to accomplish anything significant...?" I wondered as I watched the liquid falling out of that plastic bag where I stored my serum.

My mother, who was already by my side, avoided crying because of the situation I was facing... in her mind, showing weakness would make me die quickly.

But deep down, I already knew that it would be difficult for me to get out of this... and that was fine, fate is shaped as life brings us.

"We'll be home soon, Shion." My mother's weakened voice echoed in my mind, giving me false hope of a return that would never be fulfilled.

My sister, who was out of my rest room, was sitting in a chair next to my room where I couldn't tell which feeling was supposed to be overflowing... not sadness, not happiness, nothing else.

Her face was neutral and she couldn't react to my case, and I feared that one day she might go through the same thing, since she comes from the same family line.

But I doubt very much that this would be her possible fate of death, she may have been lucky not to develop it... but me, I ended up being drawn by the role of life with 5 distinct numbers that I will never find out what they are, but that have brought me here.

"Well, at least I hope I can realize these crazy analogies that I always end up making in some afterlife or reincarnation... if there really is one." Mentally speaking, as I watched the window outside the hospital falling a few snowflakes one afternoon.

Realizing all this without a guaranteed return, I was already feeling seven feet under on a hospital bed, receiving chemotherapy in heavy amounts in my catheter where it was connected to the veins.

My body was fighting terminal cancer, and my mother didn't tell me this information to prevent me from panicking... but my hearing has always been above normal, and hearing all this before I had even started chemotherapy... I no longer had any hope.

"Will I ever be able to accomplish anything significant...?" I wondered as I watched the liquid falling out of that plastic bag where I stored my serum.

My mother, who was already by my side, avoided crying because of the situation I was facing... in her mind, showing weakness would make me die quickly.

But deep down, I already knew that it would be difficult for me to get out of this... and that was fine, fate is shaped as life brings us.

"We'll be home soon, Shion." My mother's weakened voice echoed in my mind, giving me false hope of a return that would never be fulfilled.

My sister, who was out of my rest room, was sitting in a chair next to my room where I couldn't tell which feeling was supposed to be overflowing... not sadness, not happiness, nothing else.

Her face was neutral and she couldn't react to my case, and I feared that one day she might go through the same thing, since she comes from the same family line.

But I doubt very much that this would be her possible fate of death, she may have been lucky not to develop it... but me, I ended up being drawn by the role of life with 5 distinct numbers that I will never find out what they are, but that have brought me here.

"Well, at least I hope I can realize these crazy analogies that I always end up making in some afterlife or reincarnation... if there really is one." Mentally speaking, as I watched the window outside the hospital falling a few snowflakes one afternoon.

Realizing all this without a guaranteed return, I was already feeling seven feet under on a hospital bed, receiving chemotherapy in heavy amounts in my catheter where it was connected to the veins.

My body was fighting terminal cancer, and my mother didn't tell me this information to prevent me from panicking... but my hearing has always been above normal, and hearing all this before I had even started chemotherapy... I no longer had any hope.

"Will I ever be able to accomplish anything significant...?" I wondered as I watched the liquid falling out of that plastic bag where I stored my serum.

My mother, who was already by my side, avoided crying because of the situation I was facing... in her mind, showing weakness would make me die quickly.

But deep down, I already knew that it would be difficult for me to get out of this... and that was fine, fate is shaped as life brings us.

"We'll be home soon, Shion." My mother's weakened voice echoed in my mind, giving me false hope of a return that would never be fulfilled.

My sister, who was out of my rest room, was sitting in a chair next to my room where I couldn't tell which feeling was supposed to be overflowing... not sadness, not happiness, nothing else.

Her face was neutral and she couldn't react to my case, and I feared that one day she might go through the same thing, since she comes from the same family line.

But I doubt very much that this would be her possible fate of death, she may have been lucky not to develop it... but me, I ended up being drawn by the role of life with 5 distinct numbers that I will never find out what they are, but that have brought me here.

"Well, at least I hope I can realize these crazy analogies that I always end up making in some afterlife or reincarnation... if there really is one." Mentally speaking, as I watched the window outside the hospital falling a few snowflakes one afternoon.

Realizing all this without a guaranteed return, I was already feeling seven feet under on a hospital bed, receiving chemotherapy in heavy amounts in my catheter where it was connected to the veins.

My body was fighting terminal cancer, and my mother didn't tell me this information to prevent me from panicking... but my hearing has always been above normal, and hearing all this before I had even started chemotherapy... I no longer had any hope.

"Will I ever be able to accomplish anything significant...?" I wondered as I watched the liquid falling out of that plastic bag where I stored my serum.

My mother, who was already by my side, avoided crying because of the situation I was facing... in her mind, showing weakness would make me die quickly.

But deep down, I already knew that it would be difficult for me to get out of this... and that was fine, fate is shaped as life brings us.

"We'll be home soon, Shion." My mother's weakened voice echoed in my mind, giving me false hope of a return that would never be fulfilled.

My sister, who was out of my rest room, was sitting in a chair next to my room where I couldn't tell which feeling was supposed to be overflowing... not sadness, not happiness, nothing else.

Her face was neutral and she couldn't react to my case, and I feared that one day she might go through the same thing, since she comes from the same family line.

But I doubt very much that this would be her possible fate of death, she may have been lucky not to develop it... but me, I ended up being drawn by the role of life with 5 distinct numbers that I will never find out what they are, but that have brought me here.

"Well, at least I hope I can realize these crazy analogies that I always end up making in some afterlife or reincarnation... if there really is one." Mentally speaking, as I watched the window outside the hospital falling a few snowflakes one afternoon.

Realizing all this without a guaranteed return, I was already feeling seven feet under on a hospital bed, receiving chemotherapy in heavy amounts in my catheter where it was connected to the veins.

My body was fighting terminal cancer, and my mother didn't tell me this information to prevent me from panicking... but my hearing has always been above normal, and hearing all this before I had even started chemotherapy... I no longer had any hope.

"Will I ever be able to accomplish anything significant...?" I wondered as I watched the liquid falling out of that plastic bag where I stored my serum.

My mother, who was already by my side, avoided crying because of the situation I was facing... in her mind, showing weakness would make me die quickly.

But deep down, I already knew that it would be difficult for me to get out of this... and that was fine, fate is shaped as life brings us.

"We'll be home soon, Shion." My mother's weakened voice echoed in my mind, giving me false hope of a return that would never be fulfilled.

My sister, who was out of my rest room, was sitting in a chair next to my room where I couldn't tell which feeling was supposed to be overflowing... not sadness, not happiness, nothing else.

Her face was neutral and she couldn't react to my case, and I feared that one day she might go through the same thing, since she comes from the same family line.

But I doubt very much that this would be her possible fate of death, she may have been lucky not to develop it... but me, I ended up being drawn by the role of life with 5 distinct numbers that I will never find out what they are, but that have brought me here.

"Well, at least I hope I can realize these crazy analogies that I always end up making in some afterlife or reincarnation... if there really is one." Mentally speaking, as I watched the window outside the hospital falling a few snowflakes one afternoon.

Realizing all this without a guaranteed return, I was already feeling seven feet under on a hospital bed, receiving chemotherapy in heavy amounts in my catheter where it was connected to the veins.

My body was fighting terminal cancer, and my mother didn't tell me this information to prevent me from panicking... but my hearing has always been above normal, and hearing all this before I had even started chemotherapy... I no longer had any hope.

"Will I ever be able to accomplish anything significant...?" I wondered as I watched the liquid falling out of that plastic bag where I stored my serum.

My mother, who was already by my side, avoided crying because of the situation I was facing... in her mind, showing weakness would make me die quickly.

But deep down, I already knew that it would be difficult for me to get out of this... and that was fine, fate is shaped as life brings us.

"We'll be home soon, Shion." My mother's weakened voice echoed in my mind, giving me false hope of a return that would never be fulfilled.

My sister, who was out of my rest room, was sitting in a chair next to my room where I couldn't tell which feeling was supposed to be overflowing... not sadness, not happiness, nothing else.

Her face was neutral and she couldn't react to my case, and I feared that one day she might go through the same thing, since she comes from the same family line.

But I doubt very much that this would be her possible fate of death, she may have been lucky not to develop it... but me, I ended up being drawn by the role of life with 5 distinct numbers that I will never find out what they are, but that have brought me here.

"Well, at least I hope I can realize these crazy analogies that I always end up making in some afterlife or reincarnation... if there really is one." Mentally speaking, as I watched the window outside the hospital falling a few snowflakes one afternoon.

Realizing all this without a guaranteed return, I was already feeling seven feet under on a hospital bed, receiving chemotherapy in heavy amounts in my catheter where it was connected to the veins.

My body was fighting terminal cancer, and my mother didn't tell me this information to prevent me from panicking... but my hearing has always been above normal, and hearing all this before I had even started chemotherapy... I no longer had any hope.

"Will I ever be able to accomplish anything significant...?" I wondered as I watched the liquid falling out of that plastic bag where I stored my serum.

My mother, who was already by my side, avoided crying because of the situation I was facing... in her mind, showing weakness would make me die quickly.

But deep down, I already knew that it would be difficult for me to get out of this... and that was fine, fate is shaped as life brings us.

"We'll be home soon, Shion." My mother's weakened voice echoed in my mind, giving me false hope of a return that would never be fulfilled.

My sister, who was out of my rest room, was sitting in a chair next to my room where I couldn't tell which feeling was supposed to be overflowing... not sadness, not happiness, nothing else.

Her face was neutral and she couldn't react to my case, and I feared that one day she might go through the same thing, since she comes from the same family line.

But I doubt very much that this would be her possible fate of death, she may have been lucky not to develop it... but me, I ended up being drawn by the role of life with 5 distinct numbers that I will never find out what they are, but that have brought me here.

"Well, at least I hope I can realize these crazy analogies that I always end up making in some afterlife or reincarnation... if there really is one." Mentally speaking, as I watched the window outside the hospital falling a few snowflakes one afternoon.

Realizing all this without a guaranteed return, I was already feeling seven feet under on a hospital bed, receiving chemotherapy in heavy amounts in my catheter where it was connected to the veins.

My body was fighting terminal cancer, and my mother didn't tell me this information to prevent me from panicking... but my hearing has always been above normal, and hearing all this before I had even started chemotherapy... I no longer had any hope.

"Will I ever be able to accomplish anything significant...?" I wondered as I watched the liquid falling out of that plastic bag where I stored my serum.

My mother, who was already by my side, avoided crying because of the situation I was facing... in her mind, showing weakness would make me die quickly.

But deep down, I already knew that it would be difficult for me to get out of this... and that was fine, fate is shaped as life brings us.

"We'll be home soon, Shion." My mother's weakened voice echoed in my mind, giving me false hope of a return that would never be fulfilled.

My sister, who was out of my rest room, was sitting in a chair next to my room where I couldn't tell which feeling was supposed to be overflowing... not sadness, not happiness, nothing else.

Her face was neutral and she couldn't react to my case, and I feared that one day she might go through the same thing, since she comes from the same family line.

But I doubt very much that this would be her possible fate of death, she may have been lucky not to develop it... but me, I ended up being drawn by the role of life with 5 distinct numbers that I will never find out what they are, but that have brought me here.

"Well, at least I hope I can realize these crazy analogies that I always end up making in some afterlife or reincarnation... if there really is one." Mentally speaking, as I watched the window outside the hospital falling a few snowflakes one afternoon.

Realizing all this without a guaranteed return, I was already feeling seven feet under on a hospital bed, receiving chemotherapy in heavy amounts in my catheter where it was connected to the veins.

My body was fighting terminal cancer, and my mother didn't tell me this information to prevent me from panicking... but my hearing has always been above normal, and hearing all this before I had even started chemotherapy... I no longer had any hope.

"Will I ever be able to accomplish anything significant...?" I wondered as I watched the liquid falling out of that plastic bag where I stored my serum.

My mother, who was already by my side, avoided crying because of the situation I was facing... in her mind, showing weakness would make me die quickly.

But deep down, I already knew that it would be difficult for me to get out of this... and that was fine, fate is shaped as life brings us.

"We'll be home soon, Shion." My mother's weakened voice echoed in my mind, giving me false hope of a return that would never be fulfilled.

My sister, who was out of my rest room, was sitting in a chair next to my room where I couldn't tell which feeling was supposed to be overflowing... not sadness, not happiness, nothing else.

Her face was neutral and she couldn't react to my case, and I feared that one day she might go through the same thing, since she comes from the same family line.

But I doubt very much that this would be her possible fate of death, she may have been lucky not to develop it... but me, I ended up being drawn by the role of life with 5 distinct numbers that I will never find out what they are, but that have brought me here.

"Well, at least I hope I can realize these crazy analogies that I always end up making in some afterlife or reincarnation... if there really is one." Mentally speaking, as I watched the window outside the hospital falling a few snowflakes one afternoon.

Realizing all this without a guaranteed return, I was already feeling seven feet under on a hospital bed, receiving chemotherapy in heavy amounts in my catheter where it was connected to the veins.

My body was fighting terminal cancer, and my mother didn't tell me this information to prevent me from panicking... but my hearing has always been above normal, and hearing all this before I had even started chemotherapy... I no longer had any hope.

"Will I ever be able to accomplish anything significant...?" I wondered as I watched the liquid falling out of that plastic bag where I stored my serum.

My mother, who was already by my side, avoided crying because of the situation I was facing... in her mind, showing weakness would make me die quickly.

But deep down, I already knew that it would be difficult for me to get out of this... and that was fine, fate is shaped as life brings us.

"We'll be home soon, Shion." My mother's weakened voice echoed in my mind, giving me false hope of a return that would never be fulfilled.

My sister, who was out of my rest room, was sitting in a chair next to my room where I couldn't tell which feeling was supposed to be overflowing... not sadness, not happiness, nothing else.

Her face was neutral and she couldn't react to my case, and I feared that one day she might go through the same thing, since she comes from the same family line.

But I doubt very much that this would be her possible fate of death, she may have been lucky not to develop it... but me, I ended up being drawn by the role of life with 5 distinct numbers that I will never find out what they are, but that have brought me here.

"Well, at least I hope I can realize these crazy analogies that I always end up making in some afterlife or reincarnation... if there really is one." Mentally speaking, as I watched the window outside the hospital falling a few snowflakes one afternoon.

Realizing all this without a guaranteed return, I was already feeling seven feet under on a hospital bed, receiving chemotherapy in heavy amounts in my catheter where it was connected to the veins.

My body was fighting terminal cancer, and my mother didn't tell me this information to prevent me from panicking... but my hearing has always been above normal, and hearing all this before I had even started chemotherapy... I no longer had any hope.

"Will I ever be able to accomplish anything significant...?" I wondered as I watched the liquid falling out of that plastic bag where I stored my serum.

My mother, who was already by my side, avoided crying because of the situation I was facing... in her mind, showing weakness would make me die quickly.

But deep down, I already knew that it would be difficult for me to get out of this... and that was fine, fate is shaped as life brings us.

"We'll be home soon, Shion." My mother's weakened voice echoed in my mind, giving me false hope of a return that would never be fulfilled.

My sister, who was out of my rest room, was sitting in a chair next to my room where I couldn't tell which feeling was supposed to be overflowing... not sadness, not happiness, nothing else.

Her face was neutral and she couldn't react to my case, and I feared that one day she might go through the same thing, since she comes from the same family line.

But I doubt very much that this would be her possible fate of death, she may have been lucky not to develop it... but me, I ended up being drawn by the role of life with 5 distinct numbers that I will never find out what they are, but that have brought me here.

"Well, at least I hope I can realize these crazy analogies that I always end up making in some afterlife or reincarnation... if there really is one." Mentally speaking, as this.