*In the dark, freezing and full of trees, Road that is filled with thick white snow, I was running from something. Raging but lonely, Crying and laughing, Blessed with love but doesn't want to accept it, Thinking about it doesn't have to be that way. Like a paradox, only I can understand. And it finally caught up to me. With no one else around but us, I desperately reach for help. As I protect my abdomen from bleeding tremendously. Only seconds later, I accepted the fate. That no one really wanted and has time to help. In the soundless setting that I'm currently in, My pain is only what I can hear, but that's okay. As I reach my final breath, I was reminiscing about the person who could be helping me now. The person I could have been, The life I could live, The inspiration and hope that I could share with people, Her name glimmered faintly in my thoughts, like a Jewel buried in the snow, Ultimately, to the love that haunted me throughout my life— Hoping that another being will understand me. Regretting and content that it didn't happen. As I remind myself that this will always be my fate, That hoping is not only futile, but a disrespect to my existence. I looked behind at how far I'd reached. Only to see blood and my organs all over the place. In my final moments, I will wish for another chance in life and to do better. To "nevermind" only 2 seconds later. Instead, I would light up Fortune altogether. And smoke for the last time, Thinking nothing, And in this time, light truly leaves my eyes. The last words will be me saying "It's okay."*