Horse Girl, Your Friend is Fighting Her Way Out of the Horse Racing Track

There was no goodbye.

There was no lingering attachment.

She longed for death.

What is the meaning of my life?

Nobody cared.

The waves crashed, as if even the sea was mocking her worthless life.

So?

It wasn't a momentary impulse, nor was it triggered by anything.

Death is merely a deep-seated, long-lasting yearning.

Ah, Shi Yu thought to herself, feeling utterly bored.

Living is too tiring.

Breathing is too tiring.

Opening my eyes every day to face this cold world is exhausting.

She just wanted to rest.

Rest forever.

So she remained calm, as if she were doing something completely ordinary.

A step forward has been taken.

The feeling of falling lasted only a short time.

Then--

Icy.

A bone-chilling cold.

The seawater was like countless sharp knives, piercing her skin from all directions.

The chill doesn't seep in from the outside.

Instead, it instantly permeated her internal organs and froze every nerve in her body.

She did not struggle.

At least not at first.

She thought death would be a simple thing.

Close your eyes, let your body sink, and then your consciousness slowly dissipates—just like falling asleep.

She thought she would finally get the peace she had longed for.

whee.

But she was wrong.

Big mistakes.

She only realized the pain of drowning when seawater began to fill her mouth and nose.

That doesn't feel like "drinking water".

There was something—cold, salty, and foul-smelling—forcibly prying open your lips, squeezing into your throat, and filling your lungs.

Coldness, pain, loneliness, countless...

I don't know how to describe it, and I don't know how much perception it will take to fully embrace it...

You want to breathe, but each breath only inhales more water.

You want to cough, but coughing will only cause your chest to contract more violently, allowing more seawater to rush in.

Your lungs are burning.

It felt like someone was pouring molten lava into your chest cavity, and every heartbeat intensified the excruciating, searing pain.

I was deeply embraced in the sea blue.

pain.

It hurts too much.

No pain.

It hurts too much.

It doesn't hurt!!

It hurts! It hurts!

No, I don't want to suffer.

die! die! die! die! die! die……

Please grant me the death I crave.

Shi Yujiu longed for death, but she never imagined that death would be like this.

She thought death was quiet, peaceful, like falling into a dreamless sleep.

But drowning only brought her pain.

Endless, soul-crushing pain that made her wish she had never made that choice.

She was never afraid of leaving this world.

But she was afraid of pain.

The seawater was too cold, and my limbs had long since lost all feeling.

My lungs were filled with water, and my body felt as heavy as a stone.

Darkness pressed in from all directions, and the last glimmer of light in sight gradually disappeared.

She felt herself sinking.

It kept sinking.

Sinking into an endless, cold, dark abyss.

Consciousness began to fade.

But the pain did not disappear.

Until the very last moment, the suffocating, burning, and maddening pain did not disappear.

What she longed for was the relief that death would bring.

But death only brought her the long, endless torment before she reached liberation.

If I could do it all over again—

She would never choose to drown.

……

Poetry and wine are not afraid of death.

Shi Yujiu from her previous life was already tired of living.

In this life, poetry and wine have made me realize that living is not so precious.

She had a rather severe tendency toward self-destruction and did not resist death itself.

but--

She hated drowning.

I loathe the process of being surrounded by water, swallowed by water, and slowly losing consciousness underwater.

That was the most painful way to die that she could imagine.

'...For someone I've only known for a little over two months.'

The gaze of poetry and wine has become somewhat empty.

'A world created by three goddesses.'

'A person who may not even exist.'

Yes, this must not be real.

I'll write Godolphin Arabic in my notebook.

Once that time comes, I will be able to see the real world.

'Do I want to experience that pain again?'

"Little—gurgle gurgle—save—"

A faint cry for help came from afar.

Rainwater streamed down her cheeks.

No, poetry and wine are indistinguishable, like rain or something else entirely.

The roar of the river was deafening.

Time passed second by second.

Every second means that Diamond Treasure struggles underwater for one more minute.

or.

One step closer to death.

'But……'

Poetry and wine clenched their teeth tightly.

'I won't die.'

The gentle voice of the sea-blue goddess echoed in my mind.

[Friendly reminder: Suicide won't work. You are immortal in this world; you can only die after completing four events.]

She could no longer distinguish between her own imagination and the real voice.

four times.

How many times has she completed it?

twice.

Poetry and wine have not yet reached the point where they can control my life.

That is to say-

She won't die if she jumps now.

No matter how swift the river was, no matter how much water she swallowed, no matter how terrible the pain of drowning was—

She will not die.

The three goddesses will not let her die.

'Then let's go.'

Poetry and wine: Take a deep breath, and that breath transforms into a blazing flame in your chest.

'Anyway, I won't die.'

It's just pain.

'It's just experiencing that nauseating pain again.'

She looked at the roaring river, and the hesitation in her eyes vanished instantly.

Instead.

It was a near-madness of resolve.

The figures of poetry and wine rushed out.