A Bird with Broken Wings

Suddenly, Percival couldn't speak. It felt like a sharp dagger was being slowly driven into the deepest part of his heart, cutting through flesh and bone, causing unbearable pain.

"Percival, I'm so tired." Maybe she was really exhausted, her voice so faint it was almost inaudible.

She used to think that as long as she was alive, it was enough. Now she realized that living was the hardest part, too difficult to endure. Time had turned into a blade, slicing her skin little by little. Every second was torture.

"It was just an accident..." All he wanted was for Eulalia to be okay, but he saw that her face was growing paler and her body thinner.

He had forced the doctor to remove their child, but he hadn't considered that Eulalia would lose the ability to become a mother.

"An accident?" Eulalia looked at Percival with a hoarse voice, "Removing my child was an accident? Controlling my memories was an accident? Do you know that your 'accidents' can ruin someone's entire life? Percival, are y