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Dying was weird, but living was even more so.
Maybe weird wasn't the right word.
Painful would be a more commonly used term. Or even otherworldly, given how I had literally watched my body being carried away and cried over at my own funeral.
It's not like it wasn't painful — to see my mother cry over me while my little sister held her to comfort was a heart-wrenching sight. It ached me, tore me to pieces to watch my family perform the last of my rites while refusing to believe I was actually gone.
On the same note, it was surprising too, since I never thought anyone would ever cry over my death.
…that didn't sound quite right.
What I meant to say was that I was a sickly and frail child. My health was always a question that could never be answered and hospital visits were a weekly thing I was used to since my toddler years.
People knew I was weak and could die easily.
That's why I never thought anyone would really mourn when I die.
To see people coming to my funeral to give a final farewell and even cry over my body…
It was jarringly unexpected.
I hated how much pain I left behind.
As if my life wasn't painful and costly enough for my family.
…maybe I really should've ended it back then if I had to die at 25 anyway—
“Good morning, my baby! How was your sleep today, hm?” a soft, sweet voice interrupted my self-deprecating thoughts (memories?) before picking me off my bed.
I blinked at the soft pink silhouette that picked me, knowing instinctively this was my new mother. Why she was completely pink, I didn't know, and my eyesight definitely wasn't developed enough to give me the answers either.
“Koray? You okay, sweetie?”
I babbled to appease her, knowing damn well she'd start worrying if I didn't and run off to my yellow blob of a father. Or at least, I guess it was a father since I hadn't ever heard them speak.
But to conceive, they'll need two people of opposite sexes, right?
But, then again, I wasn't sure we were human either, given how my new mother was pink and my skin felt scratchier than normal human skin.
…was I isekai-ed?
But I didn't get off-ed by truck-kun?
Or did I watch too much anime?
Eh, oh well.
It is what it is. How bad can it be anyway?