His world almost only contained himself and Huohua; how could he still be questioning it?
Anya also gave a desolate smile, yet it seemed as if a bit of strength had returned, her eyes originally somewhat unfocused, regained their determined look.
Desire Tower.
The girl who also longed for redemption now stood at the brink of self-destruction.
It was September, and the weather was actually not that cold yet. But perhaps it was due to the height of the rooftop, or perhaps those cold winds always stirred past memories.
Her father's grim visage, her mother's complaints, the mockery from classmates, and the hair scattered in the bathroom, cut by her own hand... and the bruised face in the mirror.
She felt truly cold.
Cold to the point where one thought that melding flesh and bone into the soil and dust might be the only way to find warmth beyond the human realm.
When a person commits suicide, the brain actually becomes aware that life is about to end.
