I have lost the light of my life. I have lost my protector. I have lost the person who loved me with the purest sincerity. My worst nightmare has become reality—
I lost my mother.
It's not that I can't accept it—it's just that, even now, I still can't believe my mother is gone. The house feels so strange without her...
Mom, please forgive me.
No matter how exhausted I am, no matter how much pain I'm in, and no matter how deeply traumatized I am, I have never wanted to hurt anyone else. I'd rather carry my wounds on my own and let them remain mine alone.
I will build my own wealth. I don't need anyone's attention, and I don't need to beg anyone for anything. I've come this far without many people even knowing.
I'm so easy to replace with anyone else, so why am I capable of loving this sincerely and still keep chasing?
What am I even afraid of?
I've already lost the light of my life... the one who always protected me.
So, what is it that I'm still afraid of?