Life is precious, and should be cherished as you only have one.

Not to you, life is game. Years ago, you had met a guy, your lover. He was perfect. He was the one. You were chatty and clings to him the moment you saw him, like a cute puppy. You were around him all day, everyday. Eventually, you two started dating, getting even closer than before. You were inseparable.

Shuyo was an ordinary guy, with an ordinary life, and an ordinary plan. Graduate high school, get to college, get a good job, and have a normal life. All to have a normal life. But then you came up to him, he never really talked to you, but you were very chatty and he eventually got used to it. He soon fell in love and eventually dated, for once in a while, he felt safe.

But one day, you went to his house, and looked at his phone that was on the counter. His phone got a notification and it was a text, from a girl. You read the text and it read “just choose me, you don’t need that weirdo, just get with someone else.” You were filled with jealousy, and you were filled with emotions, you headed to the kitchen with tears in your eyes. You grabbed a knife, and head to his room. He was there in bed, half asleep. Next thing he knew, his stomach was in pain, and you were covered in red. You decided if you couldn’t have him, then no one could.

Next thing you say was new people, you had a new family, new friends, and a whole new life. As your life continued, you saw him again, you remembered everything that happened, and he did too. You dated him again, went through life, and died together again. It was a cycle. You dated, you got jealous or went crazy, and you died together. Over, and over.

Today was a new day, or a new life. It was the 8th one and you headed to school, just like usual. As you walked to the school gate, you saw Shuyo, he was waiting for you like usual. You immediately ran up to him and hugged him tightly, you obviously missed him. He didn’t flinch or pull away, he was used to this. This first time he’d died he was pissed off at you, but over time he figured this was his life now, and that it couldn’t as long as you were, well, you. He still was mad at you, but was starting to get used to you.

“Come on idiot, we’re gonna be late to class.”