Chapter 15 (1/2)
Chapter 15
The carriage rolled over the edge of the cliff
Suddenly, the horse ran wild after hearing a strange sound, which happened at the saht off the cliff
Confused and panicked, Cassion clutched thefralance out the , his eyes aze
It was just one second
Yes, just a split second
‘This ti! His fist punched theThe shattered glass ripped into his skin
And that was that
His body floated up as the carriage descended at a fast rate
It was hard to tell which one it was that was going backward—if it was the carriage, ti ht about when exactly this would be over
Booround
The shock was as great as the shattered carriage’s sound
Thetowards another direction, his body broken here and there
He couldn’t feel his body
He was still in shock He forgot how pain felt
However, after a while…
“Uurk… haa… ugh…”
The pain that started at the tip of his toes gradually went up to his head
The burning sensation all over his body made it impossible for him to breathe
It was painful even to just inhale and exhale, so he held his breath, then spat it out at once
A red sky could be seen through his distorted view
His eyelids sank slowly and opened again
‘Ah A to die here?’
In the end, it was like this
A cold ent over his tired heart
Three waves passed over his heart, and what came to mind were the three people in a family portrait
Father Stepmother Leo
A family where there was no room for him
Family
Was there any other word as uncomfortable and unfah spilled out his lips
It’s just that… his situation was so ahed instead of cried
Today’s accident certainly wasn’t just that
The runaway horseman would be evidence to that fact, but in the past, there was never any evidence to keep
It wasn’t the first time that an unusual accident happened to hiain’
His stepmother and his half-brother, Leo
They’d threatened his countless times
He teetered between life and death countless times
There was never anyone there to help him
The people in the estate kept theirright under their noses
With closed eyes, with covered ears
They lived as though they couldn’t see what they saw, couldn’t hear what they heard
Even his father was like that
’If you had any abilities at all, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt’
It was a cold voice that was as biting as ice The contee
His father’s scolding was brief, but it hurt so much
It was more painful than when he had rolled down a set of stairs and broken his bones,pond in the middle of winter
It was like a blade had pierced through his chest
If his father wanted to get rid of hi been born…
Then, why did he exist?
‘There’s no one’
The fact that there was no one on his side in the world was terribly clear to hiilance because of all the thorns around him
He couldn’t trust anyone in the estate, and he couldn’t even eat his food freely
The whole world was strangling hi his existence
It was a life that would be
He felt so alone every single day, as though he was standing in the middle of a vast open sea
It was painful It was lonely
Like he was already in hell
Nevertheless, desperately… he wanted to live
Thefor life became
Somehow, he wanted to survive until the bitter end
But now…
‘So this really is the end…’
A treround Blood seeped out froh mountain floor
However, the shallow pain was incomparable to what he felt with the rest of his body
Cassion dug his fingers and elbows on the ground and pushed hi upwards as he looked up at the sky like he was floating in the sea, he rolled over and turned on his stomach
Still, he desperately wanted to live He stretched out a quivering arround, dragging his body across little by little
The s twisted
The act of scratching the ground alone didn’t last long
He couldn’t th to scratch the floor any longer
As his strength depleted, he could feel his life slipping away And as his life slipped away, his desire to live burned more intensely
It was a pity, it was miserable, he didn’t want to die like this
It was him ould cry the most if he died
There was no one to save him
His throat closed up
Suddenly, he ical mother terribly
Mother
He didn’t have any memories of her because she died as soon as he was born, but at this h a portrait
His ive birth to him… maybe… perhaps she would cry for him