God

I am “Got,” but everyone in my family calls me “God” because my name sounds like “God.” My ability can bring happiness to anyone— and it can also inflict terrible sorrow when I curse. No one knows… that every time I speak, it affects me—directly or indirectly. Recently, I cursed the admin of the “Celeb Exposé” page, wishing he would forget his past just because I was angry. The consequences doubled back on me. Sometimes, I don’t even recognize myself… And I developed a strange illness that worries my mother, fearing one day I might leave without saying goodbye. But then one day, “Miriam,” a high school friend I’d secretly watched from afar, appeared. She was like water nourishing my deadened soul, bringing it back to life. So I decided to cherish the time I have with her, simply to hold onto this moment and carry it with me to my final breath. Never realizing… having her made me want to live. But if I wished to survive, the consequences might be unpredictable. So I kept my last wish, and if it were to be given to anyone… …it would be hers.