7 days to the end. It just happened abruptly in split second. It was such a brief moment that I thought I would be banished from the world in seconds.
I had always wanted to have faith that I would survive through this calamity. But the moment when it struck me, there was a voice echoing in my mind, persuading me that this would be the very final struggle in my life.
The moment when darkness descended upon me, forcefully hauling my consciousness out of me, a bunch of feelings surged up to my heart. I questioned myself if this was an eternal farewell between me and the world.
It was then followed by a sense of wistfulness as I thought of the unfinished things that I left behind. As the sensation expanded, it forced my tears out and reminded me of how eagerly I had wanted to live on.
Waking up to the smell of life and death in the hospital, I knew I had survived through a collapse. I slowly lifted my frail hands and placed them over my chest, wishing to offer my gratitude to the universe for granting me another day in this world.
I had made it another day, yet my judgement day would eventually arrive…