'W-Why? Why?! I was born with a silver spoon… I was showered with love and care… and yet… is this how I die? Pathetically…?
N-No! I cannot… I shouldn't… If my grandfather knew… I-I'm sure… he will come.
He has to come.
I just need to survive… just a little longer…'
Her thoughts trembled, fragile, desperate… clinging to hope that felt thinner than a thread ready to snap.
Her thoughts trembled, fragile, desperate… clinging to hope that felt thinner than a thread ready to snap.
Her gaze drifted toward her husband… and her toy… both reduced to broken remnants of what they once were.
Her expression twisted violently, rage surging through her like poison boiling under her skin.
"For that bitch… we died like nothing… like trash thrown aside… she was nothing… she was nobody… she was a fucking bitch!!"
Her voice cracked, then rose again, echoing against the walls as if trying to claw something out from the shadows.
