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days passed since the incident.
since then , both of their conditions were getting worse.
the boy is now too weak to even turn his head.
and the girl is having more chest pains than usual.
they were both dying at the same time.
and yet they still talked.
"...i'm scared." the girl started talking.
"of what? do you wanna talk about it?"
"...i'm scared that one of us will die first."
"hey. there's nothing to be scared of."
"but--"
"how about this ? we trade both of our most precious thing so if one dies before the other , he/she will at least have a good bye gift." he suggested.
the girl thought of it for awhile. she thought on what to give as she doesn't have anything special.
"i don't have anything to offer." she said in embarrassment.
"it doesn't need to be a thing. it could be a message." he said.
a message.
a good bye message.
"but i don't want to say good bye." she said.
"what do you mean?"
"good byes...i always hated those words. i never believed there was goodbye." she said creating another moment of silence.
"then do you believe that we have a next life?" he asked. she never thought about it once until he brought it up.
"a next life? how silly...."
but never had she thought,
that she would ever hoped for a next life.
a next life where she , he and everyone would never suffer.
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until our next life | Moon-Tama
Short Story"do you believe that we have a next life?" she asked. Never had he thought about it once. "maybe now that i met you, i think i do." until our next life, a short story about a dying boy and girl.
