I didn't want to die. But I didn't want to live like that either. Ordinary gray life, family, study, work... I wanted to break out of this damned circle, but I was too weak-willed to do anything radical. I didn't want to die. Especially like this - suffocating from smoke in your own house without a chance to escape and get out. The beam that fell from the ceiling collapsed right on its feet, forcing it to wake up and realize all the hopelessness of its position. The fire was everywhere, and I just didn't want to die. But continue to live your gray life too...