Ghost of you :: act V
Kzaint
Chapter 1
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I woke up under the tree when I met you when we were young. From that day on, we were inseparable.
We played the same games, laughed at the same silly things, and shared the same hobbies. As the years passed and childhood slowly slipped away, we made a promise to each other—that one day, when we were old enough, we'd get married.
And we did.
We grew up, built a home together, and were blessed with children. Life wasn't perfect, but it was ours, and I couldn't have asked for anything more.
Then, one ordinary day, everything came to an abrupt end. On my way home from work, I was hit by a truck.
I woke up to the sound of relieved voices. My family was gathered around my hospital bed, smiling through their tears. I smiled back and asked them where my wife and kids were.
They only stared at me in confusion.
They told me I didn't have a wife. I didn't have children. At first, I laughed, convinced they were playing some cruel joke. But when no one laughed back, anger took over. That's when they finally told me the truth—I had been in a coma ever since I was hit by that truck on my way home from work.
Months passed.
Eventually, I accepted reality, no matter how impossible it felt. I returned to my apartment, ate a simple meal, took a quick shower, and collapsed onto my bed, exhausted.
Then I woke up under the tree, and there, I met you for the second time.
I woke up under the tree when I met you when we were young. From that day on, we were inseparable.
We played the same games, laughed at the same silly things, and shared the same hobbies. As the years passed and childhood slowly slipped away, we made a promise to each other—that one day, when we were old enough, we'd get married.
And we did.
We grew up, built a home together, and were blessed with children. Life wasn't perfect, but it was ours, and I couldn't have asked for anything more.
Then, one ordinary day, everything came to an abrupt end. On my way home from work, I was hit by a truck.
I woke up to the sound of relieved voices. My family was gathered around my hospital bed, smiling through their tears. I smiled back and asked them where my wife and kids were.
They only stared at me in confusion.
They told me I didn't have a wife. I didn't have children. At first, I laughed, convinced they were playing some cruel joke. But when no one laughed back, anger took over. That's when they finally told me the truth—I had been in a coma ever since I was hit by that truck on my way home from work.
Months passed.
Eventually, I accepted reality, no matter how impossible it felt. I returned to my apartment, ate a simple meal, took a quick shower, and collapsed onto my bed, exhausted.
Then I woke up under the tree, and there, I met you for the second time.
Chapter 1
— Chapter 1