World Bug Chronicles

Amidst of the pouring rain, I stood there letting the heaven's tears fall on me. I didn't notice the wetness and cold, the pain in my heart was more intense and as I gaze on the blurred reflection on the raging river, the whole world around me seemingly stop, only one word echoed in my mind. Why? Why is that no matter how what I do, it was still never enough? I did everything you could ask for, but you didn't even give me a single glance, but she who only showed a fleeting smile would receive so much love from you? I sacrificed a lot to pave a way for your dreams, but the only thing I got from you was this; a mocking wound on my chest.

The stream of blood continued to trickle becoming a small puddle on my feet. Heh, it was an ironic change, where was the 'half-immortal demon' that can never be wounded go? Rip..

She groaned feeling another wave of pain from her wound. Her teeth chattered enduring the tearing, and the drenched tattered pieces of fabric appeared on her hands. The sight of the endless scars she had on her arms and legs came to view. Those ghastly traces of self-foolishness were from her endless years of being his shadow. Shadow? You say, to him, she was more like a tool. She now wondered if he even has a single concern for her every time the enemy's weapons landed on her flesh. Will he have that expression of remorse for the slashes and stabs that run through and the biting torments she has to tolerate.

Pitter….patter… the lonesome figure beside the riverbank knelt, its two blood stained hands gripped the grasses and painted them red. Her sight turn to another direction where once a huge smoke and fire emerged and a helpless look made its way to her face. The supposed soaring flame she hopes would devour them was nowhere to be seen; only the hazy remnants of heartache and betrayal remained. Even the heavens intervened, does this really proved that my existence was only a hindrance. Why? Again, that word appeared on my head.

Haha…Suddenly a maniacal laugh escaped from her throat containing the anguish, anger and despair she felt. Her bloodshot eyes glowed glaring at the direction of place she had once called home. The tears that she keeps holding flowed endlessly mixing with the night's rain.

Jin'er, the shoes that you gave me were wet; can you make me another pair?

The flowers already bloom, when will we go home?

She closed her eyes and let out a sigh.

Her eyelids became heavier.

I'm sorry.

I'm just too tired.

Her whispers turned inaudible and finally disappearing with the howling winds.

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