Congratulations!

Why?

Why do the people around me always end up dying tragically?

Was it a form of bad luck that they had been close to me and lavished their affection on me?

"Auntie, I'm sorry. I was wrong." Those two sentences kept coming to my lips tirelessly. The tears streamed down my face with a sad look. The trembling hands kept caressing the tombstone as if trying to caress someone's face.

"Auntie, did you forgive me there? I'm sorry." I looked down deeply. Some of my hair became sticky from the tears that fell heavily.

The sound of painful sobs seemed to be held in my chest. They squeezed and tried to break my still-recovering heart. Sticking the knife in ruthlessly and pulling all consciousness to breathe spontaneously.

It's so claustrophobic. My full head feels very heavy. If I exceed the limit a little more, I'm sure the intertwined threads will come out endlessly from my head.

"Auntie, I am guilty. I'll accept any punishment from you, but why are you so willing to give me a punishment tha