I died.

That's it I died.

I didn't die because of old age, or of a disease or even because of murder, no I died because of an accident and of a choice.

I chose to die that day and why do you ask would I kill myself? I wasn't suicidal nor did I have a deathwish. I was walking down the street when I saw a young boy pulling on his mothers dress pointing to the park across the street a ball in hand, his mother on the phone ignoring him.

Ah, I remeber so clearly that fateful day.

The ball in his arm toppled and rolled to the middle of the road, a child following it with determined eyes and then the child himself going after it. His mother still on the phone still ignoring the child, I still thinking he would be okay, walked on getting closer to where the child was with each step. Then a truck going abnormally fast considering we were on a suburbian road came racing down the street, a child with a ball in hand looking so happy he got it back unaware of how close he was to death, a mother so absorbed in her own world she ignored her precious child for gossip with a friend and me a law student with only 3 months till graduation.

I ran to the child and pushed him to the safe side of the road.

It was a choice.

It was choice that even to this day I don't regret. I may have had an entire future ahead of me, may have had so many great opportunities, so many missed chances, or even a child of my own that now will never be. But in that moment, I chose to let one other child live so he can see the future, so he can have a chance, so he can have an oppurtunity to choose. I gave him the future choice and in that moment picked my own choice.

It hurt...

I was hit and I knew as soon as I chose to save the childs life that I would die. The truck, moving too fast, being too big, and me being a fragile human being I died that fateful day with a slightly sorrowful smile on my face. Not for me, but for my family who would be grieving me, I apologized to my mother and father for not finishing what I started, I apologized to my sisters for not being able to take them to the amusement park one last time, and I apologized to my baby brother who I would never see grow past his 5th birthday.

I'm sorry please, forgive me. Please don't cry. I don't want you to cry, I already am...

I died and there was darkness. I was floating in a void of nothingness, but then I saw light, I heard crying, I felt cold, I smelled, I was alive once again.

Rebirth.

Something I had learned in my philosophy class, which I hadn't entirely written off as fake but something I didn't think my memories would survive to see. You see, when reborn a person would be a clean slate, no memories of a past life. Yet, I still have them. Why.

A few months have passed since I died and was reborn. I was an orphan my mother died after giving birth to me, I had no father to go to or a close relative. I still remember her soft touch and warm kiss, her melodic giggle echoes through mind as a lullaby along with her last words,

"Renata, my darling bambina, Io ti amo mia figlia prezioso"

I was adopted only a few hours ago I kept the name my mother gave me, I was glad. The couple who adopted me were kind and almost as warm as mother. But, they were differet from her, with her I could feel something powerful, old, warm encasing me entirely with these people, my new parents, they were warm, but had no powerful or old feeling to them, just a slight tingly feeling of bright power that could be something more.

Mama as I had taken to calling her, only mother would be mother I would respect the life, the opportunity she gave me, and Pops were a middle age couple who were I suspect around 32 years old. Mama had blonde hair that was almost white with sky blue eyes and soft heart shaped face, she looked almost fairy-like with her looks, and she had a soft but mischevious smile on her face filled with love as she carried me into their, our home. My pops had a pointed jaw-line, with soft black hair, and severe looking gray eyes almost the complete opposite yet still very similar since in his eyes I could also see the warm, kindness and love that mama has. One light and soft looking the other severe looking and warm darkness. The perfect match, I was happy to have been adopted by two kind people.

*Time Skip*

I met him in Year One of Primary School, no that's not true, I actually met him when I first got to get out of the house for the first time when I was three years old. I was allowed to go with my mother, to the nearby park. That's where I saw him at first I tried to lie to myself to say that it wasn't real because it couldn't.

Could it.

I mean, I was reborn with my memories intact so , 'The only way to find out is to ask where we live.' "Mama , where do we live?" I tilted my head to give myself a curious and innocent visage. My mother looked down at me with a mischevious and warm smile "Well darling, we live in the county of Surrey in the nice little village of Little Whinging on Privet Street." I gulped slightly as sweat gathered on my browline, 'Why me? Sometimes I have the worst of luck *mental sigh* Oh well' I gave a rueful smile to myself 'I always said I wanted to be a wizard'. I then looked towards him again, he was so small, he looked sad and wistful as he looked on to the palying children. I tugged onto my mothers dress I looked at her with my determined dark cerulan eyes, glinting in the sunlight and she looked at me with slightly awed sky blue eyes then they softened, "I'm going to play with him. Okay, Mama." She looked towards where I was pointing and her warm smile turned into a brighter and cheerier smile, as if she were glad for my choice.

It was a choice.

As I walked towards the little boy with brilliant green eyes and messy black hair, I felt the winds changing, my semi-short raven black hair blowing behind me. His eyes widening as he saw me walking towards me a hopeful and slightly scared look entered his eyes. So I smiled a happy and kind smile to him, he relaxed and looked less scared as I reached him I thought 'So i'm going to do this huh, I guess I am it is after all the choice I have made'. I was standing right in front of him, when I sat down next to him and turned "Hi there! My name is Renata Vermillion. Wanna be freinds." he looked slightly stunned and then he smiled a brilliant smile, that made his eyes shine like emeralds, "Un Hawwy, would."

That was the start of a new friendship, a new life and a new beginning for all.

It was a choice.