Death Is for Other People

They say nobody remembers being born, and nobody remembers dying.
I do.
When I was born the first thing I remembered was dying.
Through every life I've led since, I've been haunted by the words he said as he cursed me. The apology, whispered to me in such sorrow.
"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry..."
Those words, forever echoing in my mind as I move through the ages. Following me like a specter through time.