In a better world, the bullet misses her.

In a better world, I don't exist.

In a better world, we smile and laugh, and we return to the Academy with our mountains of textbooks.

In a better world, we moan only about history finals, the extent of source questions.

In a better world, I join a gym, sweat through lycra every weekend with a smile on my face.

In a better world, I'm happy.

In a better world, Emma enters the United Nations, saves lives, just like she's always wanted.

In a better world, Noah talks and talks and talks nonstop.

In a better world, Alice achieves her dream of a somewhat normal life, accompanied by our Mother and Dr. Light.

In a better world, I am not a monster.

In a better world, none of this ever happened.

In a better world, the bullet doesn't snap into her chest like the toll of a bell.

In a better world, her blood isn't so black, so real.

In a better world, she doesn't fall.

In a better world, the bullet misses her.

In a better world, I never, ever existed.

But there is no better world.

There is only here.