During a dark rainy night—under the flickering light of street lamp, I stood... Facing her... My girlfriend...
"I fucking hate you!" Chelsy shouted while hitting my chest repeatedly.
"Why'd you do that?! I trusted you! I... Loved you..." She finally broke. Her eyes—Like a dam released the tears accumelated.
"..." I stood there, feeling guilty... Should I? Even though I am innocent?
(Should I explain? Will she give me time to explain? She will hear me out right?) I thought..
"Let me explain... Please?..." I plead as tears started blurring my vision.
"No need." She said. Certain.
"We're breaking up." She added without hesitation.
"You... You're joking right?" I chuckled bitterly. I already know the answer but my mind... My heart can't accept it. Won't accept it.
"..." She stayed quiet. The silence whispered the answer.
"I'm leaving." She turned back and started to walk away.
As the thunder rumbles, I chased something I can't reach.
"Wait! Chelsy! Chelsy! Please wai-"
Crash! Screeeeechhhhh!
...
Flashing lights, blue and red. Camera flashes. Crowd encircling my cold body.
I dying.
I looked at my body from afar. Blood splattered all over the street. Car debris everywhere. The police keeping the crowd from getting closer.
As I observe the scene, I saw my body being carried to the ambulance so I followed it.
As I enter the vehicle, I saw Chelsy already sitting there holding my hand, crying while saying something.
I just noticed, I can't hear anything. Empty. Silent. No crying, no words, no sounds.
Then I saw my body. Seems like my head hit hard because its the part which is bleeding the most.
I reached for my body, but my hand just phased through.
I saw the parademics panicking. I looked at the direction they are looking.
I'm really dying, huh?
I saw the monitor. The line went flat. I died.
One paramedic took a paper and wrote something.
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Name: Clyden Ray Z. Richard.
Age: 24
Time of death: 09:23 PM.
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Then after a while, a white light enveloped my sight.
"Are you ready? Any regrets?" Someone asked.
I looked at the direction of the voice. A old man... A old man with a 'generic old man' face.
"I... I don't have regrets... If it is meant to happen, then so be it." I answered.
"Alright. Since the only crime you commited is you never bought the license for winrar, I'll let it slide. So what do you want to do now?" He asked.
"I don't know... What are the choices?" I asked.
"Go to heaven, get reincarnated, or get transmigrated." He coounted the choice with his fingers.
"Then I want to get reincarnet... With music knowledge from another universe..."
"Pftt! You believe in multiverse? That baseless theory?" He asked mockingly.
"Why? Is it all a hoax?" I asked getting embarrased.
"Nahh It's all real. Lemme call my cousin for a sec." He took a phone-like thing and dialed his... Cousin?
Does Gods have cousins?
"Yeah... For real? Alright... Gee thanks... Alright, I'll see next family reunion." He put the phone back to his pocket then faced me.
"Well, my cousim agreed to your request. He will send a memory card to you in your next life. He said you can put it on any device containing a memory card slot. He also said that it only contains the top 100 billboard songs or something."
Ding!
He took out his phone and read something.
"Uh huh.... He said it changes every week and the list will start at 2000s."
"Oh. He added that you will be the only one who can hear the songs. Others will only hear gibberish sounds."
"Uhm... That's alot of information... But thanks." I said scratching the back of my head.
"Alright, let's get you reincarnated..."
He poked my forehead with his finger.
Poof!
I opened my eyes and saw that I am somewhere unfamilliar. Like this place... This room is for a teenager.
Posters pasted on the walls, anime figurines, anime costumes, and trash is all over the place.
"Where am I?"