The one who survives is merely a shell that breathes. After all, in this world, people who have lived through so much despair and sadness can hardly live whole, can they?
No one treats her as a person.
And she herself seems to be terminally ill, shattered by those around her.
Life and death run parallel. She wants to leave the past behind and live well, but it doesn't matter if everything is gradually consumed by the darkness.
Hilary Candi looked at her.
She gazed at Aldana Candi.
She ignites others' lives, yet is deeply trapped in the darkness herself.
Those people draw warmth and light from her, but they fail to see how they are pushing her into hell.
Perhaps she herself is one of the executioners.
She lightly bit her lip, feeling slightly discontent.
*
Night falls.
Aldana Candi had just fallen asleep when she was pushed awake.
Hilary dragged her off the bed, holding her lip down: "Come with me."
