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If 99% of the world didn't care whether or not you died, then at least 76 million people would mourn for you if you did.

While some people like to convince themselves that they're worthless- usually the ones who are the least- that is definitely far from the truth. When I created the human race, it was not so they could sit around and convince themselves that only 1% of the world cared for them in the slightest. It was not to sit on the couch all day and stare at their television screen; it was not to lock themselves in their room for hours on end; and it was most definitely not so I could watch them fall in love with a fictional character, not bothering to leave the comfort of their home and find real love themselves. No, not in the slightest.

Every human exists because they serve a purpose.

It was a very simple reason; so simple that people tend to forget. If one looks back on their past experiences- accomplishment and failures alike- for each one of them, I would be able to pinpoint at least twelve billion times that they altered their own futures.

But it can still go beyond that. At least, that's what I saw, when I observed the life of an aborted child in Russellville, Alabama.

Had the child been born, she would have been a young girl. What would her name have been? Serenity Johnson. It would be an ironic name to give that child too, considering her birth would have completely altered the lives of her family, her town, her home state, and the entire world. And not in a positive way, either.

Her mother, a sixteen year old high school student at the time she'd have been born, would have been shot seventeen times in the head by her sociopathic then-boyfriend, who would have stolen the child from her in order to raise her himself. He would have moved to a city and joined a gang after dropping out of high school, meaning Serenity would have gone with him and been raised by thugs, only to then be used to form a gang alliance by being sent permanently to New York as the wife of a mafia boss thirty years older than her.

At the age of nineteen, she would then kill her husband and their one year old daughter, start her own group on the streets of Manhattan, and then continue living the terrorist life for the next five years. Eventually, though, after managing to assassinate the governors of three states, she would meet her end at the hands of her father, in the same way he killed her mother.

Serenity's life would not have been all sunshines and rainbows, that's for sure. But the thing is, none of that actually happened. Her mother got an abortion in fear that her family would kick her out, which they eventually did after finding out about it. She would then go on to break up with her boyfriend, who would try to shoot her, but be unable to because she made sure to do so in front of the police station. After that incident, she would go on to get a job, pay her own high school tuition, get a full scholarship to Harvard, graduate top of her class, and eventually write a bestselling book. Hopefully, my point is clearer now.

While this is an extreme example, the future was drastically changed because of one person's choice. Serenity, despite the fact that she never even breathed real air, changed the future of the entire world with her mere existence. Her short life served a purpose, and that purpose was to make sure her mother was able to live beyond the barriers of teenage pregnancy. Even if her mother had miscarried Serenity only a few weeks into pregnancy, that woman would be heartbroken, and that alone has changed the future of not only her, but the entire world. Her interactions with people won't be the same, meaning their interactions won't be the same either, and eventually, the future of everyone on Earth would be completely altered. All because of one miscarriage.

And this is not just true for Serenity and her mother. This is true for everyone, because everyone contributes something to the world, whether it be big or small. No matter how worthless you feel, the world will lose that something in your absence, and the future would continue changing forever, until it means the difference between the cure for cancer, and a world-wide pandemic. It's all perfectly logical.

Once in a while, though, I come across a human with amazing potential. Potential to do what, you may ask? Well, the potential to completely alter the world and the future of not just those around them, but the future of the entire universe- but for whatever reason, they don't. In my opinion, at least, these are the most fascinating, peculiar, and disappointing kind of humans to ever exist.

I understand why some of them don't, either because they die very young or are silenced in one way or another, but one of the most recent ones had the ability to cure AIDS for good, and he instead became an opium addict. I don't think I'll ever forget his face as he lay in the hospital, begging for another hit, again, and again, and again, until his final moments were just screaming and crying. But I would rather not go into detail about how he ended up in that position, it is the furthest possible from a pretty story.

Serenity was one of those cases as well, hence why I remember her story and what would have been her future so well, and so was her mother. But I digress.

The most recent of the most recent of these cases I managed to find, I missed until about one hundred years ago. Pathetic, for the creator of the human race to miss something they should have seen long before, but according to my assistant Kirana, everyone makes mistakes once in a while.

She was a young girl, too young for her level of skill, with a head of dyed hair and a pair of peculiar, mischievous-looking eyes too light to be copper, but too dark to amber, best described as eyes the color of the setting sun in the Sahara, or maybe a Cardinal. This girl, this young girl, had the power to change the universe. Forever and permanently.

But how? How could she? How could one mere girl change the entire universe? How could she change the lives of people whom she had never even met? And why her? Why not someone else? That, I will not answer. It's a very, very personal story that I don't want to get into. But there is something that I would be willing to tell you.

I would be willing to tell you her story. The story of the girl who could have changed the future of this world... and whether or not she did in the end.

I would be willing to tell you... but I still won't. If I were to tell it, I would get things wrong, or mix up the order of events. I would be too unreliable a narrator, and besides, I'm too busy these days. Kirana could tell it, but he would be even worse than I would with his sheer inability to understand human emotions.

No, the only person who can tell this story is the girl who lived it; the only person who can tell this story is the one who experienced this tale of happiness, sadness, and endless stress. Only she can accurately describe the emotions she felt, the life she had, and what became of everything. I would never be able to do this story justice, but she could.

This is her story, and when she is ready, she will be the one to tell it.

"You've asked me to bury this for so many years… are you finally ready to tell everyone, Sora?"

"I'm ready. Even if less than 1% of the world cares, I'm ready to tell everyone."