WIPING OUT WOUNDS
Prologues

The rain was not the only thing he hated, so many successful things made him sick. Including his life path. When he thought his marriage would go his way, but instead, he felt his soul die. Maybe he also had to kill his own body.

Die. Suicide.

That phrase used to make no sense. To him, the one who ended his life for whatever reason was a coward. They are unable to fight the world and fight for their lives. They are ungrateful people when God gives him free breath without paying a dime.

But now, everything seems reasonable. Everything seems real...

On the roof of the building, a woman was standing. His eyes stared down for some twenty meters from where he was standing. He cannot predict. To be sure, the moment he jumped down, he would feel it hovering for a while before his body hit the ground and shattered into pieces. Then he'll die.

That easy.

The woman spread her hand. His eyes were tightly closed. Just need to jump, right? He's ready!

I love you, her inner self.

He felt his body almost float before a strong jolt to his waist held him back. Throw it backwards. His body turned around, slamming as his body hit a hard surface. But he knew he wasn't dead.

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