When looking back on my life, while the last breaths in me escape, I think about all the people who were part of my life. So many encouraged me with warm words, many giving me a gentle smile as they passed by, a lot of attention, and more love than I can fathom. I’m going to die shortly not being able to repay all those people who loved me. I can’t take back the ill-spirited words I spat like venom, I can’t change the terms I left people on, I can’t say sorry to everyone I hurt. I never thought I would have regrets when I died, I believed to live a pretty full life. But I was very wrong. I regret not spreading more love throughout the world, especially to the people who poured their love into me. If I were to give any young person advice; love with all your might because the regret of not being nice enough will haunt you once it’s too late.
The Main Character 
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