1 Prologue

MC POV:

Alex woke up in his shabby apartment, the dim light of dawn barely filtering through the dirty windows. He groaned as he sat up, his body aching from the previous night's activities. He had spent the night working as a dealer, selling drugs to addicts in the seedier parts of the city.

As he stumbled into the bathroom, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the cracked mirror. His eyes were bloodshot, and his skin was pale and sallow. He looked like a shell of his former self, a far cry from the bright-eyed, optimistic young man he used to be.

He cursed at fate, blaming it for the miserable life he had been dealt. He had been born an orphan, abandoned at birth and left to fend for himself in the world. Despite his intelligence and talent, he had missed out on many opportunities due to the hypocrisy of the world. He had never been able to get along with any of his foster families, either due to their abusive nature or their neglectful attitude.

And then there was his girlfriend, Sarah. They had met in college, and despite their different backgrounds, they had fallen deeply in love. But their relationship was doomed from the start. Sarah came from a wealthy family, and her parents couldn't accept the fact that she was dating a poor, orphan boy. They had done everything in their power to break them up, and eventually, Sarah had given in to their pressure and left him.

Alex had been devastated, and he had turned to drugs as a means of escape. At first, it had been just a way to numb the pain, but soon it had become an addiction. He had sunk deeper and deeper into a life of crime, getting involved in illegal activities to support his habit. He knew it was wrong, but he felt like he had no other choice.

But now, all of that was coming to an end. He had been diagnosed with terminal cancer, and he knew that his time was running out. He felt a deep sense of regret for all the things he could have done, all the places he could have gone, all the people he could have helped. But at the same time, he was grateful for the chance to reflect on his life and come to terms with his mortality.

He spent his days alone in his apartment, staring blankly at the peeling wallpaper. His mind would often wander, remembering the many ups and downs of his life. He longed for stability, a family to call his own, but it never seemed to materialize. He had tried so hard to make something of himself, but it seemed like the world was against him at every turn.

As he sat there, lost in thought, he realized that his time was almost up. But instead of feeling scared or sad, he felt a strange sense of peace. He had lived a difficult life, but he had also experienced moments of joy and beauty. He had loved and been loved, even if only for a fleeting moment. And in the end, that was all that really mattered.

He decided to spend his last days making amends for his past mistakes. He used his remaining money to set up a scholarship fund for underprivileged children, hoping to give them the opportunities he had missed out on. He also reached out to his former foster families, apologizing for his behavior and trying to make amends.

As his condition worsened, he found himself thinking more and more about Sarah. He had never stopped loving her, even though they had been apart for so many years. He knew that he could never undo the mistakes of the past, but he wanted to reach out to her, to tell her how much he cared for her.

Alex spent his last days in his shabby apartment, trying to summon the courage to call Sarah. He wanted to tell her how sorry he was for everything that had happened between them, how much he loved her, and how he wished things had turned out differently. But every time he picked up the phone, his hand would shake, and his heart would race, and he would put it down again, unable to make the call.

Instead, he focused on setting up the scholarship fund. He poured his heart and soul into it, determined to help children who, like him, had been cursed by fate. He hoped that his legacy would be one of hope and opportunity, a chance for others to unleash their potential and make something of themselves.

As his condition worsened, he was confined to his bed, unable to do much except stare out the window and reflect on his life. He felt a strange sense of detachment from his body, as if he were already gone but still lingering in the physical realm.

And then, one day, he simply slipped away. His body lay still on the bed, but his spirit rose up and left the world behind.

He found himself in a bleak and somber place, a musty smell permeating every inch of the building. As he looked around, he realized that he was in an orphanage, the same one where he had been abandoned as a baby.

He felt a strange mix of emotions – sadness, anger, and a strange sense of detachment. He had always felt like an outsider, even in life, and now that feeling was amplified tenfold.