My Last 5 Days (Writing My Will)
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I've always wondered who'd cry at my funeral.
Who'd be happy that I'd die.
Who were those who wanted to be friends but were shy
Which one of them has regrets involving me.
Well even if I died right now, I'd still have regrets.
For not facing my fears.
For not chasing my dreams.
For not respecting my siblings and parents.
For cursing everyone.
For not saying sorry to those I've hurt.
I guess it could be called my character that's why i couldn't do these things.
But now, the chance is completely gone.
19-year-old Lee Nu Ri is a common girl. She lives with her family. She has an older sister and an older brother.
She's in her 2nd year college. She's no nerd or a walking encyclopedia. She isn't the hottest or prettiest girl walking on the hallways either.
She has her own style in fashion. Sometimes looking cute, sometimes boyish, sometimes y.
She has always thought she's independent. That's why she moved to a studio apartment near her college.
Her father is abroad but it seems as if her parents are already seperated.
She was the youngest when it comes to family but the middle or the oldest when it comes to friends and classmates.
She has her bestfriends which called themselves "TRAMS F". Which was taken from the initials of their nicknames.
These group of friends disregard any insult thrown their way and laugh at almost every single thing. Having their own little world
She is also close to a group of boys in her college which were named "INFINITE" for their looks.
She is quite boyish and tough. She curses when she gets mad and she's short-tempered. She's easily impressed and has a unique laugh that everyone else picks on.
She might act as if nothing gets through her but there are times when she takes everything to heart.
She's stubborn and pursuasive. She loves to eat especially ice cream and chocolates.
Her time is mostly spent on her laptop, surfing the net or with her mp3 player, blasting loud music through the earphones.
(A/N: I'm back with another short fic!! This is somehow partly the story told to me by the instructor at my retreat. Super sad.)
Foreword
I was walking down the street and I saw many people crowding at the middle of the street.
I decided to take a look at what was there.
I popped my head between the people who were cramped.
What I saw made my eyes widen twice its original size and all the strength in my knees escaped.
What was before me was my body.
Yes. I'm over there. Lying on the street with a bloody body.
I........ don't remember being hit..... by a car.
What does this mean?
Before I could muster up an answer, A young boy passed through me.
He passed through my body. Then he looks back at me before going back to walking away.
I.... really am... dead?
At the age of 19, she was killed in an accident but she was given 5 days to stay on Earth as a ghost.
After the 5 days, she will be buried and never to be seen again.
But there was something behind her death.
The lights were red and she walked down the pedestrian lane.
It all happened too fast.
She looked to her right and the headlights of a red car were blinding her
Before she could take a step, her body was sent flying and she lost conciousness.
But she won't ever wake up again.
The driver of this red car felt guilty.
"I killed her" He whispered into his cellphone before leaving the scene.
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