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As I lay barely conscious, the sounds and smells of war drowned me.
The acrid scent of blood and smoke hung thick in the air, mixing with the distant echoes of battle. My body trembled violently,weak, drained, and on the brink of collapse.
I was losing too much blood.
At this rate, I wouldn't last more than a few minutes.
My mind drifted, slipping into memories and regrets. Was this what people meant when they said your life flashes before your eyes?
I felt a tear streak down my cheek.
**Had I amounted to anything? Had I made a difference in this war?**
Then, the searing pain struck again—but this time, sharper.
The usual fragmented images flooded my mind, but something was different. The visions didn't stop. They surged forward, cascading like a river of memories.
I clenched my sword, even as my blood spilled onto the ground.
And suddenly, I was in control again.
My body moved on its own,the muscles around my wounds contracting, halting the bleeding. It felt *natural*as if it had always been there, waiting for me to remember.
And then, *I finally REMEMBERED.*
---
**[Back to the present...]**
"Why do you always mess up simple tasks?! Getting coffee should be easy, and yet you still screw it up! What do you have to say for yourself?!"
Once again, I was being scolded.
For something I hadn't done.
This was my life,always taking the blame, always being used as the scapegoat.
I stood there silently, swallowing the frustration, taking the abuse without protest.
Just like a loyal dog.
Laughter and whispers filled the air, the condescending gazes of my coworkers piercing me from all directions.
I wanted to turn around and lash out.
Destroy everything around me.
But one wrong move, and I'd be fired.
And *that* would be worse.
Then, a voice cut through the tension.
"Why are you always scolding Paul? I was the one who changed the order,I thought it would be funny."
I turned, startled.
Kate.
'My name is Paul Luxione Van Eldoria. Fancy, right?'
Elegant. Proud. Grand. Everything I was NOT.
With such a powerful name, you'd expect someone strong. But I was the opposite,always bowing, always obeying.
**A servant.**
It infuriated me. Every fiber of my being burned with frustration.
Yet, what could I do?
Kate stepped in front of me, shielding me.
"She really is a saint," I thought.
She was the most beautiful woman in the company,perhaps even beyond,and she was standing up for me.
It hurt my pride.
But it made me happy nonetheless.
Kent's scolding stopped, and I excused myself.
---
The day carried on as usual.
During lunch, Kate approached and sat with me.
I stumbled over my words, avoiding eye contact, fumbling through the conversation.
She really is a saint," I thought again.
Then, time caught up with me,I had ten minutes left before work resumed. Normally, I would head straight back.
But today, I wanted to thank her.
I asked around and was led to the rooftop.
There, I heard Kate's voice.
I moved toward the door,then hesitated when I heard my name.
And then, I listened.
---
**"Why do you keep acting like you actually care about Paul?"**
**"Yeah, I kinda feel sorry for the guy. With the way you're deceiving him, he might actually fall for you."**
Kate laughed."He's just so gullible, I can't help myself. Playing with guys like him is so enjoyable, you might get addicted."
My breath hitched.
I stood frozen, unable to process the words.
Then, shock made my movements unsteady.
I backed up,slamming into the wall.
The sound gave away my presence.
I was surrounded almost immediately.
Still dazed, I blurted out, "Is that what you really think about me?"
Kate sighed, almost bored.
"So, you heard it all. That's a shame,you should've stayed in the dark. I liked you better when you didn't know. Now, I've lost interest. Never talk to me again."
My chest tightened.
"Why? Why?! Why would you toy with someone like that?!"
Kate laughed.
Her expression was ecstatic,more alive than I had ever seen her before.
"I just love the face people make when they finally find out," she purred. "Just like yours, right now. Oh yeah, before I forget,sorry about all the times the coffee orders got messed up, the files didn't reach their destinations…"
Her voice blurred.
A high-pitched ringing filled my ears.
Her lips moved, but I could no longer hear the words.
I picked myself up,silent,and walked away.
---
I don't remember leaving the building.
I don't remember getting home.
Yet, there I was, lying on my bed, still dressed in work clothes.
For hours, I thought about it.
And then, clarity struck.
"I didn't want any of this bullshit anymore."
I sighed, turned over, and whispered to myself:
"I'm resigning tomorrow."