"I really hate myself. It was my playful nature that hurt them... I can never forgive myself. For the two years after their death, I had nightmares every day, couldn't sleep at night, and became more and more withdrawn, too reluctant to say a word..."
"Later, on the anniversary of my parents' death, I mustered up the courage to come here, to confess my regret and pain to them.
And then I could feel them smiling at me, gently comforting me by my side."
"The next morning, my mood would be much lighter... So, every year on this day, I come here to confess my faults, hoping to ease my mind..."
"Ran, I'm not telling you this to gain your sympathy.
I just need someone to listen. Over these years, it's been so hard keeping this secret to myself. If I don't speak out, I won't be able to bear it; I'll just keep repressing myself until one day I'll completely break down..."
