One day, one day, one day.
Two days, two days, two days..
Three days, three days, three days...
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Countless and countless days... I f*cking wasted them all. I had more than 5 years... More than 5 years. Everything I should've done, I neglected. I was soooo f*cking lazy. I'm now f*cking 24 years old... And I live in a f*cking street. I've become homeless. It feels f*cking terrible. The f*cking weather, the f*cking hunger and the look on people's face when they see me like this... It's all f*cking unbearable.
Why? Why?.. Why?... Whyyyy the f*ck and what the f*ck was I thinking back then?... All the time they gave me and all the money they spent, I've f*cking wasted them all. I thought it'd be fine as long as I did it later. That later becomes a much later and a much later becomes never. The only thing I can do now is regret... I only have my worn out clothes and uncut f*cking hair that covers my whole head... It is better that way since I don't want anyone to see me like this... F*cking friendless and useless me... Why was I ever given a chance, even?... If I started repenting one year earlier then I wouldn't have ended up here...
...
'Should I just kill myself already?...'
No, there's no need to... I'll die soon enough. I don't even want to get up anymore. Let's just lay here on the f*cking cold ground and die.
'Ah, right... You stupid useless trash. You'll cause trouble for others if you just die like this uselessly... Go die f*cking somewhere other people won't see, will you?'
The homeless 24 years old homeless man was full of self hatred as he's already lost everything he had. Not his decent looking face and hair, not his healthy body and his body is now really weak. He could've lived longer if he kept being a beggar but he stopped begging others for money because he wanted to die. What's the point of struggling when there's no future for him anymore? At least that's what he thought of his current life, he wanted no more than to end it.
He dragged his body as best as he can and went somewhere, somewhere people wouldn't see him even after he dies. After all, no one would like to see any dead body in a street. It would've been quite nice to get buried properly by someone, at least. Asking for a funeral is just no longer possible for someone like him anymore.
Then he finally got somewhere other people wouldn't come to... A place way too quiet and peaceful for trash like him.
'... Alright, I've chosen the place I'll die.'
He couldn't even let his voice out because he didn't want to hear his own voice. It's f*cking unbearable. It's just unbearable... After all, what is a pitiful voice going to do in the face of death? Not even a saint would save someone like him. For him, death is his only way of redemption... No, he'll also suffer in his next life.
Then he hoped to die soon. He wanted a painless death before but now he didn't care about how much it'll hurt. It doesn't matter since he'll die soon anyways, and he'll probably burn in hell after dying. Destroying yourself is also a sin, after all.
The homeless man knew that he would die this day. It wasn't just intuition, he hadn't eaten for days and he barely drank any water, of course he'll die.
The homeless man closed his eyes as he remembered, his name used to be...
"Rius Bangrey"... he muttered out quietly.
'... right, that used to be my name, the name I had before the homeless man.'
Rius stopped all of his thoughts about regret and self hatred. He finally closed his eyes and allowed himself to rest. All his organs were slowly starting to shut down. And his heart got to the last 2 beats of his life.
Ba dump, ba du-
His life flashed before his eyes, thinking about all the good memories he had before. He saw his life when he was Rius Bangrey, also when he became the homeless man... And about how he ended up like this.
Then as if it was miracle...
Before the last heartbeat ended, the world was destoryed. (The world getting destoryed is apparently a miracle..?)