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I love you too much!

In a world that was managed by humans, such as the one you are living in, dear readers, was where Max was born. When he hit 24, he died, or, that’s what usually happens when you jump off a bridge, right? Well he hoped so. Instead he finds himself falling into a pumpkin patch, not feeling dead one bit. Not even feeling hurt! “Are you alright boy? You must have been one of the boys who were flying the brooms to high. I do feel sorry for that broom, it must be shattered!” Brooms? Da fu-?

MTSPR · Fantasy
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My plan was to die!

Jumping off was on of the most easiest things to do for Max. Easier than dealing with his boss, his families disappointments for him, and even with the girlfriend who is obviously cheating on him.

He was thinking about doing this for a long time. When he was sixteen he thought about swimming to the middle of the ocean, and breathing water in, over and over again, gosh, it would symbolize the end perfectly.

But he couldn't really swim so, no.

The bridge or building was his next option. But using a building would mean little kids would have to witness, and his parents would find his body faster.

"Bridge it is." But he couldn't do it at that time. Now, several years later, it is finally time to act on that urge, and since this bridge is the golden state, it's over water~

"A double whammy! Finally, I am free of this personal hell." And he jumped. He took a literal swan dive, smiling, preparing to engulf the water into his lungs. Just like sixteen year old him imagined. Yes please.

*MAX* POV

"Are you alright boy? You must have been one of the boys who were flying the brooms to high. I do feel sorry for that broom, it must be shattered!"

Brooms? Da fu-? Wait, where am I? This is hell? Or heaven? And boy? I'm twenty four! And a half!

"I-I'm sorry miss, but where am I?" Damn, I sound younger…

"Oh my, you speak so properly! We're are you from anyway? Certainly not from anywhere here? And what's your name anyway?" Sheesh so many questions, uh, I gotta answer them all.

"Uh, I'm from the Uk, it's in Europe, and my name is mmmm? Mmnnyyyyyaaaaaac….? Uh, what?" That was weird? And even weirder was the fact that the woman chuckled like this was Normal? Maybe? I don't fucking know! I'm supposed to be dead!

"There is no UK in this world, little one, your imagination must be running." Did she ignore the name part? Ugg I want to slam my head into a dry wall!

"Where am I?"

"Hmm? Oh, your in my farm, Bellair farms filled with nothing but golden... Vegetables! Get it? Gold as in gold coins? Yes? Well that's our slogan. We are in Clover Kingdom by the way. Your probably far from home. Want to spend the night?" I quickly shake my head. Sleeping in a strangers house? No thank you!

I could always retry killing my self again!