[CONTENTID2]Chapter 45: Silver Crescent[/CONTENTID2]




[CONTENTID1]After the tragic death of Taegeuk , we burried her in a less horrible place. I felt sad , that we can't even bury her in a beautiful, nice place , except to bury her in this hell world.


Everything was unfair. Whenever people say that their life is really unfair and the others have fair life , well it's life. That's why when people's life is unfair and unbalanced ; therefore , it is still fair. 


" I pity him so much " Chaerin unnie standing beside me 

I sighed and closed my eyes , still remembering the scene " I honestly do , too " Somehow , I felt guilty for Taehyung. I know how he felt. That one precious family member that's left in him suddenly dies in a shocking and in a tragic way. It was too much. 

" It wasn't his fault , it was ours " Just by hearing this , I know it that Taehyung isn't going to behave and act well at this moment. He's hurt. We all are , but his was just different from ours. 


I left the cottage and decided to visit Taehyung , who was still sulking while his arms wrapped around his knees , his head hung low. I can see it in him , that he's having a hard time , and as a friend , it hurt me. 


" You shouldn't let your guard down , it's dangerous " having a seat next to him , thinking about the chances of creatures that might eat us and kill us on the spot. 

" I don't care " he mumbled , still not showing his face 

" She's in a better place right now , believe me " playing with the dead brown leaves as it flew up in the air and made a spiral loop , just what I've wanted and demanded with my own brain and ability. Too bad there's no flower that I can play and make some decor with it. 

" How did you manage it " finally lifting his face. His eyes , obviously swollen from all the crying. It reminded of me , my life before. As if there's a big mirror between us two , as it indicates my past and present right now. 


He looks miserable as I was before , definitely broken inside. His red swollen eyes , from all of his crying. It was what happened to me before , those rubbish pasts of mine. I was indeed broken before , and it looks like that he's broken now , too. 


" Manage what? " as I looked up to the leaves that's still flying and levitating off the ground " You mean , this? " 

" No , this pain " he didn't even bothered to shake his head , just to deny. He was totally out of it. Hurt , to be exact. 

The leaves dropped and swayed to the ground as I wasn't controling them anymore " I didn't " reminscing all the past now , all my ugly and miserable past and memories. 

" you didn't? " his attention and gaze turning towards me " Then how? " his consciousness growing big bit by bit " Then how are you still sane the whole time? " That's right , how am I still sane? 


Even though after my father's death , it still re-occured me , as if there was still a replay button in my head. It was still repeating the same scene , how my father died in that old house. 


I didn't loved or liked my father that much after those harsh beatings that I get from him , but after all , he was still my father , so it still hurt. I still do remember those times when he used to take care for me when I was still a kid , even though it was just a tiny bit of care t