Why was I saved, out of all of those innocent lives?
A simple question.
However, it is the very thing that has made me fall in love with normalcy, and always kept me stuck living in the present, but constantly thinking about the past.
Was I saved because of nepotism?
Or rather, was there a deeper meaning behind me still breathing today?
Whilst, those who lived more fulfilling lives than me, had to go on to the afterlife?
In other words, my crisis isn't necessarily that of a basic, common extensional question.
If one were to ask me a complicated question like "what's the purpose to life?", I wouldn't particularly care for it.
However, my issue is behind the reason for why I was saved.
And, if that reasoning and final decision was truly the right thing to do.
I suppose I will never know.
But, if I were the one in charge of the universe.
I would certainly make things right.
That is a fact.
I guess in a way, that would be my gratitude to my late brother.
However, only the lost soul of my body would know what that gratitude would look like.
I gently close my eyes.
Didn't I conclude that I should let these thoughts burn away?
I chuckle as I went against my own conscience again.
That is, if I'm referring to my conscience or "His" conscience.
Bah, forget it…
Tonight is a new day.
However, without Takamura-sensei or Kuwagawa-sensei around…
I wonder what I will do.