Regret.
It filled me to the brim of my heart as I looked out towards the mountains surrounding my cabin. Ever since I had been diagnosed with heart cancer, I had just lived out here.
I had no family, or none that I could truly remember. I had forgotten I suppose.
My doctors told me that I had something close to me, but after passing out, I can't seem to remember who it was closest to me. I had always felt like I had no purpose in life. I broken everyone's trust when I was younger, my friends, best friends, schoolmates, even my girlfriend. Though that didn't last long anyways, I had always known that she wasn't for me. I was different from everyone else.
Since I was diagnosed with heart cancer, I had always decided to work out. Pushing myself to the extremes of it. But I suppose it shortened my time to live.
I had just turned forty.
The clock in my life was supposed to be late next month. Now, I could feel it...
Death.
I had always regretted not being a better person. Though it may have looked, or I may have said, "I'm trying my best in life." I don't think I've truly tried hard enough.
I looked into my mind, deep into it and tried to remember all the times I have failed to uphold the promises, the secrets, the trust of those close to me. I've betrayed them all. And in return, their sudden disappearance made sense, after all, who would trust someone like me? I was after all, a street rat. Born from nothing I suppose. I had to crawl to walk, I had to walk to run. I learnt how to become better through those around me. I had used them to push myself further, not taking they're own feelings in account.
Those above, those below.
I have used all of them for my own satisfaction. My own greed to climb higher onto the social ladder. And I succeeded. I became renowned throughout the world as a successful Billionaire. I had built on those below me. And finally, it broke down. I could only save enough to make the end of my life worth it. I bought land, and I had a cabin built onto it. I may have nothing with me, but I've reflected on the mistakes I've made in the past. I wish I could fix them...
If I could just go back, bring everyone back and just tell them...
"I'm sorry..." My breathing hitched, a tear slowly falling down my face as I stared up at the sky. I closed my eyes, my breathing becoming shallower with every passing second.
If only I could fix them. The mistakes I've made. The trust I've broken. The secrets I've let slipped. The promises I've destroyed.
If only...
But it's the end of my life here on Earth. I couldn't possibly ever fix those problems. Those mistakes. After all, death is permanent. It's a natural selection.
My time had just gotten shorter.
It's twenty forty. I was born the year two thousand. The leaders of this world had decided on peace through fighters. By the time it was twenty thirty, Iran was wiped off the face of this Earth. It had tried to fight with America, but it was several years back in terms of technology. A flying dorito, just one, had wiped out the entire country of Iran. Of course, President Trump had given the citizens of Iran a warning. A one year warning.
He'd focus on only the military bases while the citizens evacuated. After a total of only two months, Iran was empty, only leaving the corrupted government of Iran and the meat riders of the corrupt government alone in Iran. That country had passed a law, after defeated America, any citizens that may or was born in Iran, were to be executed if they had tried to come back. Showing just how much they had cared about their own citizens.
They had shown their true colors. They said they had a god on their side, and when America showed up on their doorstep, the country was wiped out. No casualties on the side of America, showcasing their dominant strength.
Now, twenty forty, America, Canada, and Mexico have come together and formed one country.
The North American Union.
Being the strongest on the planet, it had been named after it, being the fourth largest country on Earth. Now, the biggest, most powerful country this world has ever seen.
We have achieved something, most cannot. Instead of a defensive budget, we had grown an offensive budget. We have spaceships powered by at least fifty nuclear powered generators with an atomic generator being the core of the ship. It had shields that withstood the emptiness of space, we have planetary travel now.
The resources to build said ship was of course expensive, taking almost a third of the world's resources to build the ship and the nuclear generators, the atomic being the strongest, most expensive generator ever built. But we had shields that could withstand missiles, even a nuke that was thrown into space, into the direction of the ship, which had collided with the ship, only dropped the percentage of the shield to ninety percent.
Now, since we had interplanetary travel, we decided to try and find life in our solar system. After a full year, there was no life on any planet in our solar system. The giant planets that were shown throughout the night sky, held only resources.
I had also been the one to help build it, though my company had gotten taken down through political press from the government. I have tried everything to have my workers live a fair life, away from the taxes the government had shoved against the weak.
But Trump stopped the greedy government back in twenty-twenty-five to twenty six. People got fair pay, thirty dollars an hour, tax has gone down by a whopping fifteen percent during the end of those years. The food prices were less, but everyone enjoyed it, making trump a permanent president for twenty five years. No one else was like him, he had truly shown the world his authority.
But what has it got to do with me? Nothing, I'm about to die.
What is all of that if I can't have the lifespan to see it, to enjoy it. To fix it, to build it.
Oh how I wish I could fix my mistakes. That is the one regret I couldn't ever forgive myself.
Growing up on the street, I only wanted to feel loved, not hated like it was.
But, nothing ever goes a planned in the accursed world.
I closed my eyes, feeling my heart stop as I slowly smiled. I could feel the touch of death. It wasn't cold nor hot.
Just warm.