so I told you a long time ago, I was going to make a novel, I have just finished a preface, please give me comments:
Today, I would like to talk to you about ‘life’… the life I use in here, is probably not the same life you refer to each day, it is different from the one you would casually use to explain ” are you kidding? why not kill me instead?”
The kind of ‘life’ I am referring to, is the kind when you see a person whom you love lying in front of you, crying for their life, as they slowly stop breathing, with their voices barely audible but a small whisper, begging you to let them die, asking you to kill them instead.
This is the kind of life I am referring to. It is harsh, freightening, and I hope, you, the listener, the reader, would never have to face this kind of tragety. unfortunately, as you read in this novel, this sort of situation would appear, please get your tissues ready.
