Parting on a Rainy Day, Chapter 4. The Real Last. - short story collection

Parting on a Rainy Day, Chapter 4. The Real Last.

Trick, trickle. Today, too, the rain falls, as if to signal the approach of separation.

If you ask me what I never want to experience again in life, I would say it's a breakup.

To be more specific, a parting on a rainy day.

In a way, it's something everyone can experience in life. Perhaps it's a breakup that everyone must go through.

It was a little different for me.

If there was something I wanted, it would be taken away from me no matter what.

I started losing my parents about 5 years ago, and then I lost my younger sibling and then my love.

The breakups I've had so far may not have been that big of a breakup.

But it was too much for a young me to handle, and in this world where there was no longer even a word of responsibility for me, I felt like I was abandoned.

It may not have been that much of a pain to some, but it was truly a great pain and suffering to me.

The things I took for granted and enjoyed so confidently are now threatening my life.

It's been about five years since my first breakup.

I'm trying to break away from everything. I may have already broken away from everything.

I became an adult today.

But there is someone by my side who congratulates me on becoming an adult.

Now, there are people who nag me to grow up and get a job quickly.

There are also people who give New Year's greetings.

There was no one there.

I just had to fill all this time alone.

It was a life of punishment, as if I had committed a great sin in my previous life.

Every single day was a great pain and torture for me.

No one has ever approached me, and no one ever will.

Because in this world, there are only a very small number of people who think of others.

This world is becoming more and more filled with selfish people.

The world, which was beautiful, more beautiful than a rainbow, gradually turned crimson.

But I couldn't say anything.

Because I was like that too.

Because I lived like that too.

I wasn't in a position to say anything to them.

However, as someone who has already been punished for it, I would like to give you some advice.

No joke. Serious advice for them.

But you live your life the way you want.

You will always be the main character, but if you go too far.

You never know when or how your life will change if you cross the appropriate line.

When your life changes for the worse, there's no use regretting it.

It's too late to regret it.

If everything really changes, every day from that day on will be hell.

It's like life itself is just struggling in a pit of hell.

I have this stupid thought that maybe it would be better to just die.

Your perspective on everything will change.

The life of someone who has lost everything is literally like a beggar.

That every single day is a precarious life.

Even if you regret it later, it's all in vain.

I want to convey that.

I am not interfering in other people's lives, but I am giving you some truly sincere advice because I know the depth of this pain.

Honest advice, I don't want anyone to have to go through this punishing life.

one side.

This heavy rain shows no sign of stopping and is only getting heavier.

When we broke up, I thought it was the best day ever.

I believed that this rain would wash away all the pain of separation.

But this belief was a big mistake on my part.

Whenever it rains, a part of my heart keeps hurting and I keep thinking of them.

Mom, dad, younger sibling, and even that part-timer.

Memories with them pass by like a panorama.

Mom and Dad were the first things that came to mind.

I should have done a little better then.

I should have done better so I wouldn't regret it like this now.

When I try to push away my thoughts of Mom and Dad, my younger sibling comes to mind.

What my brother asked me to do,

The last promise my brother and I made.

In the end, I couldn't keep it.

I said I would be happy for my younger sibling too, but now I'm so depressed...

That promise was never kept.

If I try hard to put off thinking about my younger sibling, I end up thinking about that kid.

That kid who thought of me as nothing more than a broad daylight toy.

I put a curse on that child.

Be unhappy like me.

You have to live a hard life like me.

It must have been quite some time since tears flowed from her eyes, as tear stains and tears were drawn simultaneously.

I look back on my life and make my last wish.

'Please let me meet my mom, dad, and sibling in my next life and apologize to them. In my next life, please let all my sins be washed away so that I can live happily ever after.'