Funeral [1]

Carl should have called his mother a little earlier.

He should have been a little more careful.

He should have done a little better.

He should have told her that he loved her a little more.

Just a little more, just a little more, just a little more... No matter how much he tried to hold on, the fact that it was too late didn't change.

Carl, who had never felt the cold even in the snowy winter, felt the coldness from his mother's chest unbearably cold.

Camilla stepped out of Carl's shadow and hesitantly wrapped her arms around his trembling back, which had grown much taller than hers.

Even she couldn't figure out why she was acting this way.

However, she couldn't stand the sight of Carl, whom she had been watching for over a year, flashing before her eyes.

This small room was the only place where Carl, who had been acting so cruelly and ruthlessly, deceiving everyone, could reveal himself.