Committing Suicide (1)

At least, the two of them, without the drag of taking care of her, would be able to enjoy the rest of their lives, would they not?

She was a cripple now, was she not?

Caring for her would take a lot of effort.

She also did not have the faith to continue living, implicating them along the way.

How about giving them some peace and quiet at the end of the day?

Her mind wandered as she walked and stood next to the couch. She opened her mouth, only to find a hint of metallic sweetness. Her goodbye was stuck in her throat. With no words coming to her, she could only move her lips to mouth a goodbye as tears streamed down her face.

Dad, I'm sorry; I can't repay you for the kindness of bringing me up. Now, I have to bid you farewell. I'll repay you in the afterlife if there's one.

Please don't worry about me and let me go, for leaving is the best way to free me.