Leaving aside the last chapter, you can read it as a prequel to "The End of the World" ~
My head hurt like it was exploding. I leaned against the tree trunk and stared blankly at the people coming and going in front of me. There was blood everywhere, and the smell of blood made me nauseous. There was even a severed hand lying there a few steps away from me. I frowned, feeling a particularly unreal feeling in my heart. Why did I get on this bus to hell?
"How are you?" A medical staff came to me.
"My feet hurt!" I lowered my head, and my jeans were stained with blood.
"It looks like your head is injured too. Don't worry, you can go to the hospital soon." The man reached out and pushed the hair away from my forehead to check my injury. I looked at him blankly. It was like a slow motion movie. Over his shoulder, I saw the overturned bus suddenly explode.
My short life of 24 years ended just like this. I haven't been in love yet, and this was actually the only thought I had after seeing the explosion.
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