I regret it. I regret everything. Why did I live until now? What was the point? All my choices were made by the world and society, and every choice was made by somebody apart from me. Why did I live then? What was the purpose?
One last chance, that's all I ask for, nothing else. the next life, I shall pursue what I really want. I was used my whole life; who am I to blame others? I blame myself. I'm a weakling. I'm the one at fault. I shall peacefully die. "Marchis was around 70 years old when he realized how he lived he despaired. He wanted a change, but heavens, would they give him a chance?" A bright light appeared in his eyes.
'Marchis was dead; his family mourned for him for a few days, and they continued with their lives.
What's this? Where am I? Why do I feel strong? Why isn't there pain? Wait, how on earth am I a 12-year-old boy? I have gone to the past ? "All sorts of questions were running in the young march's mind. He looked in the mirror; a healthy young boy with 70 years of experience was standing still.".
I have been pitied; I shall not waste this chance. I will live true to myself; the world will be in my hands.
"A revolt grew in his mind; he believed to have no regrets."
I will do what I can to my fullest. I shall not fail, nor shall I regret here. "Marchis's eyes turned dead; only one thing was burning in him; it was his ambition"