At the very young age of 20, I realized I was not immortal.
When my parents died, leaving me standing alone against the world, I lost my head. When my life necessities and education dropped to its lowest point, I lost my soul. When my fiancé left me because she could not handle the problems I had, I lost my heart.
Now, I had nothing left, but an empty body with bruised skins. I realized I had died a lot of times.