Countless memories infiltrate between the folds of the brain. The seeping images were all related to farewells, one after another.
What was it called, ‘deep-seated resentment’?
A deeply ingrained grudge was no different from poison itself. It dyes the head and chest entirely in black light, burns them, and day by day, hatred and murderous intent only increase further.
All of this was the man’s emotions. Moreover, it was also the duty he had to bear as the one who survived.
The man had witnessed countless deaths.
It wasn’t just precious people alone. How many corpses were there that couldn’t even maintain the minimum dignity and were reduced to mere lumps of meat?
It’s unreasonable.
The man must have thought so. No, I was thinking so.
The emotions from when he lost his beloved lovers are conveyed poignantly. Like a river pouring through the cracks of a collapsed dam, waves of pain sweep away my reason without leaving anything behind.
Yes, looking back, there was a time like this.