Prologue

I am ready to die now, but I’m only eighteen this year.

There are over 6 billion people in this world; my death is unlikely to stir up the world. There are over hundreds of people dying everyday. Who cares about my death? Who shall mourn over me? Who shall miss me?

From the rooftop, I gaze at the depths below. I have been fortunate to live in this world for eighteen years. At least, I’ve experienced the full spectrum of happiness and misery by now. At least, I have not lived in vain. At least, I have experienced the kind of love that most people could only hope for.

True Love.

Destiny

There are so many people who do not even live to see all that the beautiful world has to offer. There are people who do not even have the chance to experience the beauty of love. There are so many more who deserve more sympathy than I do. Do they shed their tears in silence? Do they bury their sorrows deep within their hearts? I want to tell the world about my misery because I am tired of hiding the depression in my soul.

Destiny

The sun is brightening up the heavens. After today, I will become one of the stars above. I will look down at the world where I used to live in. Once I receive the prayer from my girl, I will guide her to the right decision, and wish her the best that life has to offer. After that, I will transform into a shooting star and scale the heights of heaven.

That is, when I am dead.

Destiny

Now, once in a while, I steal a peek at the door behind me. No one has stepped up to this roof. No one bothers to come in and stop me.

But, so what if someone should try to contest my decision? I cannot be stopped. I have to do what needs to be done.

Destiny

Images invade my mind, pounding against my temples. They are memories: images of my life. Destiny, my Ma, my loved ones; they suddenly seem so near to me, yet strangely so far away… I cannot reach out to them anymore.

I will jump off the building; I will die; I will be shattered to pieces…

But, once I die, my memories will be resurrected; they will merge to form the story of my life.

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This is my story: A story that is made up of my innermost feelings. Words cannot fully narrate the entire tale. Put yourself in my shoes. You have to feel it. But, be forewarned: I hold no responsibility for your reactions towards the end.

Destiny

My advice for you is to stop reading if you’re too hardened. This story is for Destiny.

I know her as the girl searching for true love…

This is the ending to a tale that destiny can never control. This is a tale that can only be controlled by the currents of true love.

I will leave now, with the cries of destiny…

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