Only regrets. Part three.

It hurt to drown, that's all I knew. It was the only feeling that stayed with me then, when I woke up on the icy rock and didn't immediately realise where I was.

When I opened my eyes, there were only stars in front of my eyes, which brought me back to life. And then I realised that I was dead.

Was being dead really just like that? Just being among the stars and not thinking about anything, not worrying about anything. Was this the same world that was hidden from others? If so, could I call that world beautiful? Or was it a beautiful world where everyone went on living?

At that time, I did not know what was going on in the world, but if I knew, I would probably feel scared and laugh.

There, somewhere far away, people were doing everything to show, to prove to everyone how much they had changed. My book really made monsters out of everyone.

After all, what are they, the ones who kill, attack, and all in the name of freedom and dreams?