Prologue: Crossroads

In life, people are constantly forced to make choices.

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To advance or to retreat.

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To stop or to continue.

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And so on.

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Everytime I see myself standing in those crossroads I find myself in this exact situation all the time. Wherein I would constantly choose the wrong roads.

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The more I choose, the more I seem to fail.

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I waited in front of the crossing, waiting for the light to turn green, a bag of snacks clutched in hand. The roads are empty but I have nothing to do, and I did not mind waiting.

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I soon found out that this choice of going outside to get some snacks is also the wrong choice.

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With the loud roaring of a car engine and flash of headlights coming towards me, everything is going on so quickly that I had no chance to react as a car crashed onto me.

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I wonder if I would make better choices in my next life?

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That was my last thought as everything becomes dark.