THE PERFECT TIME TO DIE

(CHAPTER 67) THE SKY IS BACK AGAINST ME

THE SKY IS BACK TO ME

When I woke up, I only saw Frisca still asleep on the sofa. I still don't understand the last piece of his future I saw, the real reason he rejected my proposal. I was also curious about Pasha, who is Pasha.

Why did myself and Frisca cry, when discussing that name. Is Pasha my son and Frisca. But why Frisca doesn't want it, I really want to know.

In the middle of this thought, I was startled by Frisca's gaze. While lying on the couch, he looked at me. The surprised me was just trying to avoid that gaze, but he suddenly grabbed my hand. I also had no choice but to return his gaze.

“You have seen?” Ask Frisca.

I was just silent about the question, his gaze and gestures made me even more convinced that he really did not want the new destiny. I remember the last word he said, he wanted me to change that fate.

It seems that he really dislikes that fate, his new destiny with me. That's why I feel guilty about him, and I don't intend to change that destiny. I had no choice, this was my only way to ensure Keira's good destiny would work.

Frisca then moved from her sleeping position, she sat down and looked at me while strengthening her grip on my hand. With an unsettled face, he looked at me.

“We have to change it.” Pinta Frisca's.

I was silent at her request, and realized that I was selfish. Because I still don't intend to change it, because I'm afraid that if I change it again, that fate will return to Keira.

“Sorry.” I said.

“Definitely because Keira?” Ask Frisca.

Just be quiet about the question, and I can't argue with it. Because Frisca's prejudices are true, I did it all for Keira. Because I don't want him to get dragged back into that fateful fate, and cry for the rest of his life.

“Definitely because of him right?” Ask Keira.

“Iya.” My answer.

My answer made him move from the sofa, then stand staring with a face full of anger. Then he swung his hand, and slapped me who was still sitting on the sofa. I had no choice but to accept the slap with my guilt.

“You jerk, Rasya. You're Selfish! ” Words Frisca.

And as I looked at him, I finally understood this attitude - why he didn't want this destiny, and why he wanted to change it. As I stared at that angry face, a vision of his future appeared, and helplessly I was dragged into that piece of his future.

**

Night, in a room with a character, a place I hate the most in the world. Because there were so many cries, I was just standing in a hospital morgue. In front of me, I saw only one bed covered in white cloth on it.

And I realized, that this was a wish in another destiny, that was all I had in mind when I looked at it. Once again, I lost hope, I lost hope, and I was really not ready to see who was lying on the bed covered in white cloth.