Live before you die.

The night after I was executed, I went to the family of the ones I had killed. I saw the man’s son holding his father’s photo close to his heart and praying. The night after I was executed, I saw humans I killed confusing them with just living beings. 

The night after I was executed, I wished I wore orange and red colours more than black. 

The night after I was executed, I saw more devotion in temples rather than dutiful dedication. 

The night after I was executed, I saw my mother sobbing and asking my sister ” where did I go wrong?”

The night after I was executed, I heard the neighbours calling for a celebration.

The night after I was executed, I visited the crime scene again. 

The night after I was executed, I wished I had kissed my wife once before she left with my daughter. 

The night after I was executed, I remembered the pulse of the moment when I revealed my contract killing job to my family.

The night after I was executed, I wished I took revenge for my daughter’s murder.

The night after I was executed, I saw my wife trying to cut herself. 

The night after I was executed, I was in love with my wife just like high school days. 

The night after I was executed, I wished I could change a few things. 

The night after I was executed, I saw what was a must to be seen before I was executed. 

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