What was death?
Before such a question, answering ‘the end of life’ might seem somewhat cowardly. It inevitably led to another difficult problem: ‘What is life?’
An antiquated question that, outside of adolescence, only old-fashioned philosophers would still cling to.
It now filled Ria Percus’s entire mind. Perhaps because she had witnessed the death of ‘family’ for the first time in her life.
It had been far too miserable an end.
Even without any bond of blood, it was a conclusion that would make anyone sigh in sorrow. How tragic had been the life of a girl who met her end after being toyed with her entire life?
Ria simply could not accept that fact. Had she not thought of the child as her younger sister within her heart?
‘This is the end?’
The girl had only just begun wearing prim expressions.
She had gradually begun reclaiming her lost childhood. It had been only days since she overcame her pain and wounds and reached out to another person for the first time. Ria could still vividly see how embarrassed the girl had looked when told to call her ‘Unnie.’
Was she truly…