Second chance is my priority right now but I couldn't get this out of my head so here it is.
I was reborn.
How awesome is that?
Me, a 34 year old retired killer/doctor who wasted away because of sickness was reborn.
In an anime.
That's where it gets a bit complicated.
Here's a little story:
Rose was born to a bad mother. She was smart though. She learned.
Her mother she loved her daughter in the same way her own mother did her.
She gave her the tools to survive and thrive. Rose had options, no matter how limited they were.
She was a good assassin. It was her birth right after all. That was her choice.
She was young. Too young, nobody would suspect her.
After the death of her mother, Rose retired at the age of 22 because she now had more options.
She went and became a doctor. (All it took were some forged papers and Rose was now Sarah Walker, college student.)
She learned and later found her place by her husband's side. (Athlete, average, not a threat ...breathtakingly kind)
Rose- no, Sarah was in love and married.
She was 26
Sarah was happy.
Sarah was also sick.
She was 28.
Sarah got better.
She was 29.
Sarah was sick again.
She knew. He didn't.
Not yet.
.
.
.
Not yet.
She only told him after they announced that she wouldn't come back this time.
Rose was 33.
He stayed.
Sarah was happy.
Then she was tired.
Rose was 34.
Then she wasn't.
Darkness and quiet were her-no, MY companions for quite some time.
I was born to a good family. (No criminal connection, sweet and doting, not a threat)
I have options and choices; I even have the option of not making them right now.
I am content. I am loved, I love, I live, I breathe...
My parents gave me piano lessons and suddenly, finally, I found my passion, something I could do for the rest of this life without regret.
It's not just the piano either, its music. I want to create heart-pounding, stuck-in-my-head music.
I found an unending will to create music and I bet my gaze burns with determination.
This is my choice.
Not an assassin, not a doctor...
A singer, songwriter, musician.
Not a hand of life and death like before, but of passion and quiet strength.
This is my story.