The Undying Star
A star? I wasn't even close to being something as beautiful. But... undying? Yes. I was. Since death never ever accepted me into its embrace. So what if I live this story to its end one more time? Just one last time. I want to feel it, living, rather than death. Only once. What awaits me at the end of this never-finished draft, I wonder... Is it the cure to my curse, or yet another rebirth?
Returning home alongside the snow
The bar was as bustling as ever. Even in the late hours of the night, in the chilly weather of the winter, people still continued to visit the place to hang out and have some fun. Cheers, laughter, and the clicking of glass came from every direction, blending to create a lively atmosphere.
"What would you like to order?"
The customer had been sitting at the table since the moment they entered without ordering anything. Not only was the person silently scanning the surroundings, but they were hiding their face under a hood, completely on guard.
Coming across such people wasn't rare in a bar, so the bartender, instead of being uselessly curious, continued on with his job as usual.
"Anything is good as long as it doesn't have much alcohol."