Ciao

I don't feel well, to be honest. Writing this made me realize how much I cling to fiction. Maybe I'm just tired from being sick.

Proxy recommended, but it works without them.

Any POV

Context: They're best friends and planned to go to the beach. You did it because she got depressed after failing a mission, although... it works with the sensei's POV, hehe.

Please read this and give your opinion.

"Life is so simple and complex. It changes because of us and the environment. Luck isn't a factor; it's events that can change our lives... even if we don't know it. Almost all decisions are events, but sometimes... you dream decisions... things, or the future, which is so real and makes you feel inferior... not helping, not changing for someone... and not doing something. That fills you with terrible regret. My soul (if that really exists) conspires against my brain and makes me hate myself. I'm just an imitation of someone who died because of my cowardice, and I dream of their death." Future... if we swapped roles... maybe he'd be better off... UGH, WHAT AM I WRITING?!