She has always believed that there is a powerful goddess in this world who is protecting her. She just thinks so...
Why do you only protect me? Why? Is this not protection but a curse? Where are you, God?
Her hair, like golden silk, was spread over her shoulders. She wept silently, staring at the hall that was once filled with laughter and laughter. It was no longer what it was before, only a row of trembling coffins remained.
In just one night, her parents and all her brothers and sisters died mysteriously. What on earth was going on? She couldn't figure it out, and she didn't want to think about it anymore. Except for a sad heart, she had nothing left from this family.
Take anything. Maybe the goddess is right. Not only will I not die, but I will continue to suffer like this. That was my choice, and I killed my family...
I don’t know how many years have passed, and I don’t know how many mistakes I have made in these long years. In short, I am still alive and will not die. God will not give me that opportunity, right...
Am I a god? No. I have never regarded myself as a god. Even if I am imprisoned in a prison that only gods can be imprisoned in, I still don’t want to admit it. Because I don’t want to be that kind of thing, the kind of thing that kills me.
All relatives, and the abominable thing that harmed more innocent people.
Who knows if fate is at work. In prison, I was finally forced to have friends again. They were all so weird, but also so funny. I always wanted to laugh, but I couldn't. That nameless sadness
It still hurts my heart and I can't let go of it all.
They were making fun of me, and I had no sense of resistance at all, let alone cooperate with them. "Let me stay by myself for a while, okay..." At least that's what I told them.
"Don't say that. We are gods, and we are all locked up in such a small prison. We can't see each other when we look up. And didn't you get through it alone?" The goddess of pain seemed to want to let her colleagues know.
The female part of me wanted to be more open-minded, but I couldn't. I just responded to her with silence.
Luz was leaning against the corner with a lazy look on his face. He was also a guilty god who was imprisoned. But what he said made people's hearts tremble. "Everyone has a sad past, everyone has it, every god has it."
Yes. If you still can't let go of those words, then cry them out. Acknowledge that they are a part of you, only then can your soul be released and gain true freedom."
Maybe it wasn't his words that had an effect, but I really cried, crying loudly. Tears dripped down my chin and fell to my feet. No one came to wipe them away for me, so I let myself vent to my heart's content what I had suppressed for thousands of years.
The pain. "Why me! Why only leave me!!"
Where there is a beginning, there is an end. My crying stopped and my tears dried up. I finally have new partners, new friends, and a new beginning. I am willing to dedicate my cursed life to them, no matter what.
In return. At least they made me understand that sadness should not be buried deep in my heart...
"What are you thinking about?" Luz suddenly pushed me awake.
"Oh. It's nothing. I don't know if other friends are still alive now. I just suddenly... feel like crying..."