The last thing she remembered was the cold embracing her body as her vision blurred and everything slowed down. Her eyes were jaded and wearing, showing no signs of fear or sadness, rather; she was happy. Her lips, which were usually painted pink now pale matching her skin. She could feel her life slipping away slowly and it made her happy.

Quietly, Chiyori died in her apartment wishing her life had gone differently. Her family would cry a little less each year, her friends would forget her a little more each year until every trace of her once pathetic existence had completely disappeared and she would be just another name on a gravestone.