[Crossover] The World Isn't Worth It

I have imagined death. Perhaps I would become rain, falling to the ground; perhaps a breeze, fading into the air; perhaps a star, falling from the sky.

I died once, then came back to life. The knot between life and death keeps drawing me into endless cycles.

And so I lived out the long years of my life.

I am intoxicated by the instant of death, only to awaken in pain once more.

This world is not worth staying for.

But the world shields me, making it impossible for me to die forever.

I lost the right to be human long ago.