Have you ever faced the pain of loss?
Up until now, I have taken countless lives. One day it was the one who was my master, another day it was cutting the lifeline of someone who was my friend, continuing such a life.
I thought that was conviction.
Struggling to take steps soaked in fatigue, dragging my injured body forward for how long.
I ended up slumping down in the middle of that long path.
Because it was painful and hard. Isn’t that natural? I lost two precious people.
For the first time, I keenly felt my limits.
It wasn’t a stubbornness allowed to me from the beginning. Receiving love letters from the future, peeking into the memories of ‘me’ from the future and borrowing strength. How could I call this my own ability?
Stolen techniques, misguided self-confidence.
It was a belief sustained on a false foundation from birth. I had no right to ridicule the ‘me’ from the future, and since it was wrong from the start, it was a obstinacy that deserved to collapse someday.
So I chose to crumble alone.
Because I didn’t want to act like a child anymore. Because I didn’t want to sacrifice precious people to my unreasonable stubbornness anymore.
There’s no fool who deliberately chooses a painful path. Don’t I at least have the…