I was never anyone special. I never did sports. I got average grades. I had a small friend group. And I was healthy. I didn't have a need to do any sort of sports if they weren't some form of requirement. Sure I tried some during PE, but never long enough to get attached. Why have passion in something that you may never make a career in? Something that will just leave you crushed in the end when you don't get that acceptance letter.

  I expected to live the rest of my life peacefully, going with the flow, able to spend it how I pleased. But instead I got stuck with this. The bad combination of oil, stairs, and being in the wrong place at the wrong time. That feeling still comes back to me. The pulsing sharp pain going through the back of my head, the sickening edge of the step.

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  What happens after death? Do you go to sleep forever? Do you repeat your life like a loop? Are you reincarnated into the world?

  All of those were questions I simply brushed off with a simple "I don't know."

  Maybe this is payback for my ignorance. For always mocking the kids who talked about isekais and transmigrating into their books and shows.

  This all makes me feel like the Gods hate me.