1 New Beginning (1/2)

I woke up, feeling groggy and exhausted. The decor of the room was the same old light blue with a dash of periwinkle.

I'm home, finally. Time lag is real thing. It shouldn't be belittled.

I turned around in bed and checked the time and date today.

5:56 AM, October 12, Year 4001. It was Monday.

Another new day. Time to get to work. Heh. Time. What a concept. I really wish I can control it. How easy would my life be?

After taking a bath, I headed to the living room and prepared breakfast. I then brushed my teeth after eating my breakfast and hurried down the stairs, with my watch and briefcase at hand.

”Let's head to the office then,” I mumbled. I immediately contorted my face to show a happy smile, a smile I don't usually show when heading to work.

It's a special occasion I guess. After all, I just closed a large deal with a multinational company. I hope the bonus I get wouldn't be too small.

I headed out of the door and into the sidewalk, walking briskly but surely, without missing a beat that echoes in my mind.

As I was passing on the pedestrian lane, I suddenly felt a chill. Like, my entire being froze at that moment.

Something bad was going to happen. I don't know how it will be appearing, or when it will appear, but it's there.

Fuck. What a way to ruin the day, I muttered to myself. Ever since he was a child, he already had these premonitions; and when they happen, disaster was never too far off.

As I was immersed in these thoughts, I didn't see the rock that was jutting out near the opposite side of the pedestrian lane.

My foot slipped, and caused an imbalance in my movements and led to me falling down to the ground.

Ouch.

It didn't hurt as much as the derailed magnetized mono-rail that hit me right after.

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Fuck.

Am I dead?

Why can't I see anything?

Because you are dead, stupid. You don't have eyes.

Oh right. Wait. Who is this speaking?

This is your inner conscience.

Nice try. I don't have one. Now, who is this really?

Tsk. What a downer.

It is I, god.

Oh wow. There's really a god?

Well, one of the gods.

Cool beans.

Wha-? That's it, that's your reaction to the news?

Um, yeah, I guess.

Really, what a downer. Anyways, I'm here talking to you because you died unjustly. Paolo Verhadt, age 28 years. You weren't supposed to die at that time; you were supposed to die 15 years later, after you got married and had a child via in-vitro. Spoiler: The one that kills you was supposed to be your other boyfriend you hid from your wife, who is coincidentally her best friend. Oof, what a drama.