"This isn't working, Evan."

  I probably should've known that this day would come, it was clear to us both from the start that we were vastly different people. I always had the feeling that she was just forcing herself to stick around.

  "What..?" I choked out. "What the hell does that mean?"

  I obviously didn't want to believe it, who would? She was the love of my life, the only thing that kept me going, the singular reason I continued to get myself up and out of bed every morning, the sole reason I was still alive.

  "This relationship isn't going to work." She said, staring me blank in the eye.

  "What are you saying? Why the hell not?!" I shouted.

  I'm pathetic.

  "It's not like I have anything against you, Evan. It's just clear to me that this relationship doesn't have a bright future for either of us. You're always keeping to yourself, you don't tell me anything! I'm constantly having to comfort myself, telling myself that you actually do care for me! It's too much, I can't be with somebody who acts like they don't give a damn about me!"

  She was starting to tear up now.

  Clara and I have known each other since we were children. Our parents were close, lived in the same neighbourhood. Naturally, we spent a lot of time together as kids. Nothing romantic came out of it until our senior year, where she confessed her love to me. It was the first time I'd felt appreciated, I didn't believe her at first.

  "W-wait, I'm sorry! I love you, Clara! I'm sorry I don't make that clear enough!" I cried out. "I'll make up for it, okay? I'll give you all the love you could ever want!"

  I was getting desperate at this point, it was probably the hardest I'd ever put out in my life up to that point.

  "It's too late, Evan. You can't drag me through years of mixed feelings and doubt and then make one big declaration and expect it all to be made up for! That's not how these things work!"

  I knew it was over. My expression dropped.

  "It's over, okay? Don't even call me. I'm sorry, Evan." She said before leaving my apartment, taking her things with her.

  I stayed there for a long time, just staring blankly at the door she had shut behind her. I didn't know what to do, didn't know how to cope without the light of my life.

  When I finally turned away, it was slow. I made my way towards the kitchen, making no effort to get there in a haste. I headed straight for the drawer, pulling it open and grabbing the first knife I could get my hands on.

  I dropped to my knees, panting aggressively while holding the blade inches from my throat. I tightened my grip on the handle, tilting my head upwards, and then I did it.

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  I slashed across my throat, slitting it horizontally. I refused to live in a world that was going to be as empty and pointless as the one I was in now. Without Clara to stand next to me and guide me through life, there was no point in me continuing on.

  My vision went black and white, I tried to inhale but nothing happened, dropped the knife to the floor and bent forwards as I gargled on my own blood. My head felt light, my entire body tingled, my hands shook like crazy for just a moment before relaxing, and then everything went dark.

  I'm dead.

  Soft grass rubbed against my face as a soothing gust of wind blew through the plains. Fields of flowers stretched outwards endlessly, birds flew through the sky, casting shadows towards the ground from the beautiful sun casting down on everything below.

  "What the fuck is this?" I rose to my feet, rubbing my hands against my throat. "I swear I was just..." There was no cut whatsoever.

  I looked around, gorgeous fields of bright, lively grass littered with flowers and trees stretched on for miles in every direction, shimmering rivers ran across the land, surrounded by a series of animals having a drink under the sun. To my right was a big town, houses stretched on for ages, I could see other people there too, families, knights in armour, old people, everything.

  I clawed at my face, feeling short of breath. "No... No way... Why?" I spat out. "WHY COULDN'T YOU HAVE JUST LET ME DIE?!"

  I'd just lost the love of my life, Clara. I desperately wanted my life to be over with, I had no purpose if I wasn't going to be with her. I slit my own throat, and the woke up in a completely different space.

  I couldn't even die correctly. How worthless could I possibly be?

  I made my way over towards the town, keeping my head down and avoiding eye contact as I moved further into it. I entered into a big house with a sign reading "Accommodation"

  The woman at the desk greeted me as I came in. "Hello, welcome! What can I do for you?" She asked me, smiling warmly.

  "I don't know where I am." I coldly replied.

  "Oh, you must be a foreigner then? Welcome to the town of Goldbriar! I take it you're here to book yourself a place to stay?" She asked.

  I was feeling overwhelmingly drowsy for no apparent reason. I'll just get some rest and then kill myself for real when I wake up. "Yeah, I guess." I answered.

  "Okay, cool. I'll just need to write down some identification info, and then you're all good to go. First three nights are free of charge, okay?"

  I waited for a second before speaking.

  "I don't have an ID."

  She smiled at me. "Oh, you don't need one. Just tell me your information. I need your full name, date of birth, and magic."

  I blinked at her twice. "Magic? I don't... Know?" I answered hesitantly.

  "Oh, you can go get that tested and registered in town. Ask for them to have your results printed on a note and come back here, you can give me the rest of your information then, okay?" She told me.

  Now I was on my way towards this supposed magic testing place. The reception lady gave me some vague directions and to look out for the building with the blue star, which I did eventually find.

  I pushed the door open and walked up to reception. "Hey, I need to get my magic tested and registered, or something." An older man with a few greys gave me a pair of goggles and told me to come around the back.

  In the room there was a chair, a table, and a small, clear cube sitting on it. "Take a seat here, put those goggles on and channel your mana into that cube." He instructed.

  "And how do I do that exactly?" I asked.

  "Just tense your fingertips and visualise your energy flowing into it. Should do the trick." He answered, and I did exactly that.

  The cube lit up, a bright cyan light flooded the room. The man took a step back, looking absolutely bewildered.

  "You've got Force Magic, kid. That shouldn't be possible... Who are you, where are you from?" He asked, staring at me like I was an anomaly.

  "Force Magic..? Um, My name is Evan, I just got here? I'm visiting." I lied, avoiding eye contact and staring at the floor.

  "Okay, then. Just stay safe, alright? That magic of yours is highly renowned. I'm not even sure how you have it." He hands me a piece of paper containing a bunch of random numbers and stuff, but the main event was written right at the top. It read: 'Magic: Force. Reserves: Above average. Output: Average.'

  I took that slip back to the accommodation building, handing it to the woman at reception. "Woah, seriously? Force? Just who are you, exactly? Anyway, all I need now is your name and date of birth, and then you'll be good to stay in a room."

  I wasn't sure if time was the same here as it was back on Earth. "What year is it right now?" I asked.

  "It's 1744." She replied.

  "Okay, I was born on the fourth of the ninth, seventeen twenty-seven." I told her, still avoiding eye contact like the plague.

  "Oh, you're quite young! Oh well, what about your name?"

  "Evan Hale."

  "Okay, that's all I needed." She handed me a key, as well as the magic registration slip I had given her. "Your room is number 4. Enjoy your stay!" She said with a grin.

  I opened my room's door and walked inside, locking it behind me. I collapsed onto the bed, exhaling as I ran my hands through my hair. I shouldn't be here, I didn't deserve to be. How selfish could I possibly be? I made Clara live with constant doubts about my love for her, it got to the point where she was forced to leave. I killed myself to get rid of the burden I placed on everybody, and got sent here, I wasn't even able to get rid of myself.

  But to be completely honest, I'd be lying if I said that this didn't intrigue me. A completely new world, where magic exists? What other mystical wonders are out there, just waiting to be uncovered? My heart and soul pumped with an urge to uncover it all, to make a name for myself in this new reality. After all, I must have been sent here for a reason. All of this, is for me.

  I suddenly wanted to keep on living.