Sometimes I say to myself ...
I was not guilty ...
So what was my sin in joining this family?
So what did I do to deserve this behavior?
I hated him .... that air had polluted my heart.
+ Infected with what? Infected with grief.
+ Is that why you wanted to kill him ?!
_ Yeah...
+ How?
I poured poison into his coffee cup
+ Oh ... so how is he still alive?
+ I looked at him, his smile made my heart tremble ...
I said that he was cold and let me change him.
_ At the cost of your own torment ?!
+ At the price of his smile
𝑨 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚
𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔.
𝑺𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆.
𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆
𝑰𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒓𝒖𝒑𝒕𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆
𝑰𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒔