Zoren lowered his head slightly as the men closed in from all sides. Suddenly, in this oppressive silence, he heard her voice.
"Renren."
It was Penny's voice; her voice as a child—that sweet and innocent voice that was the first to touch his heart. The voice he had mentally stored, just to never forget the person who had pushed him to keep going.
"My darling."
Then, followed by the voice of his wife. That sweet, gentle, loving voice, matched with those beautiful eyes that looked at him as if she was simply grateful to have him around. In his first life, he didn't have enough memories to recall.
His life didn't even flash before his eyes when he died, and it didn't surprise him. After all, there was nothing in his first life worth remembering. No memories he would like to take to the afterlife. In this life, however, there were too many.
And if his life were to flash before his eyes, he knew he would take his last breath with a smile.
But not now.
