I often find myself thinking 'what's the point of being rich if you don't have anybody to share it with?'
After being to countless gatherings, meetings, events, parties,you name it, that question always pops into my mind.
And the answer?
Useless.
And that was the fate I was forced to have, orphaned at a very young age, I was forced to fend for myself....a pretty common sob story yeah? Well mine has a twist.
I didn't end up as some loser on the side of the street or some gooner who does nothing but stare at some anime chick all day long in his one bed apartment. No. I struggled to make something of my life.
I did odd jobs when I could, washed clothes, cleaned houses, walk dogs... anything that could make sure I earned enough money to eat at least once or twice a day.
And as they say, 'hard work pays off', i discovered I had a knack for massaging after helping one of my various employers relieve his stress after a long day.
And what did I do?
What any sane person would do.
I massaged any and everybody I could get my hands on.....with their consent of course.
And the result?
A two year contract from one of the biggest firms in the country.
It was all smooth sailing from there, I was so good I got promoted to head masseuse, I massaged and even offered a listening ear to top celebrities around the world, I was living the dream.....
Or at least that's what I'd like to say.
But the truth is everyday was a chore... don't get me wrong, I love massaging and I love listening to the thoughts and problems of everyone else but that was about it....
I didn't have time for myself, I was always on the look out for crazed clients who always seem to have something to say about my techniques, or constantly having my guard up when I'm with my 'friends.'
It was a chore.
All day every day
But I made ends meet yes?,
Heck I was one of the most popular and richest masseuse out there. The name Handel 'magic fingers' Grey was on everyone's tongue at the time.
Did I love the attention? Of course I did, who wouldn't?.
Did I want it to stop?. Yes. I very much did.
Contradictory no? But that was what my mental health was like at the time, living life but not enjoying it, but who was I to complain?.
I lived in mansions, booked 2 weeks ahead of time by CEO's and presidents, had vacations in private beaches and flew in private jets.
What more could I ask for?
I dunno maybe someone to talk to?
Yes, despite me having all this wealth I never had anyone to talk freely with, no girlfriend, no best friend and no tsundere boss.
And so I turned to webnovels.
An escape from reality.
I read them all, fantasy, action, romcom... everything.
And what did I realize?
I'm going to die alone.
A common thought, especially when I read through all the comments in the comment section of some of my romantic novels.
But that thought scared me, it scared me like none other, I became paranoid and started going out on dates. It was fine after the first rejection.
Then the second.
Then the third.
Then the fifth.
After the tenth rejection, I completely withdrew into myself, I rejected all bookings, of course I received some backlash but I didn't care, I had to go back and think about what I did wrong to get rejected so many times and the constant response that I heard before and after every rejection was
"You don't look like you're enjoying yourself"
Every. Single. Time.
Enjoying myself? Haha! I lost any sense of enjoyment years ago. So coming to that conclusion I gave up on getting a girlfriend and resumed work.
Of course I was welcomed with smiles and hugs, but beneath all that I saw clearly the undisguised envy, anger, and greed in their eyes and it couldn't matter less because I'll always be there, soaring higher while spitting on their faces with my success....
Or at least that's what I thought.
On my way back from work, coming down from my Porsche, I crossed the road to enter my home and was hit by a truck.
'Why couldn't I hear the horns?' I wondered as I was thrown into the air by the speeding truck.
'Ah, yes I was listening to an anime opening.....haha how pathetic, to die like a weeb....no girlfriend, no kids....just me and my novels...'. I thought as my consciousness started slipping.
'I'll probably get reincarnated or something...haha'. I laughed at my joke.
"There's no way that's happening... "
"I don't want it to happen.".
I muttered with the last bit of consciousness I had left as I fell on the road side.
And died.