Can a new tragedy arise from something that was once considered a tragedy?
Love After Death literally means the love of a woman after her death. What will happen if she has been transmigrated into a man's body? Would it cause trouble or a new story...
One of life's truths and a necessary element of it is suffering. It appears to be unavoidable. Every time we hear the word "suffering," we experience some sort of negative emotion. Everyone prefers happiness to suffering, therefore when we are in pain, we immediately want to stop. In order to live with a tranquil mind, our daily pain can sometimes block us, make us feel ashamed of ourselves, and cause crises and doubts in ourselves.
Am I worth it???
7 YEARS EARLIER |
Can you imagine yourself being inside of jail? What would you do if that happened to you? Imagine yourself being caged, no families, no friends, no one else can protect you, and then you experience trouble where you couldn't do anything but just watch other people while making you suffer.
Is that even called destiny??
"Are you being arrogant!?" I couldn't respond after being pushed back by the force of the hit. "I'm in charge here!! So everything I tell you to do, you'll follow, understand?"
I stayed silent, curled up on the floor from the intense pain in my stomach. I could feel something coming from my mouth, and I realized it was blood... I could taste the metallic flavor...
"Get up! Aren't you wealthy? Why don't you just pay your way out??" another man, who was with the first, said. He suddenly pushed me in the stomach, making me fall back while shouting... "What!? Stand up!! That's the problem with you wealthy people, you talk big but can't handle any physical challenge!!!" he added, spitting on my head...
I knew it was him because I heard it. After a moment, I felt someone helping me stand. Even though I had no strength left, I somehow managed to get up, barely holding myself up.
I was held by two men while I kept my head lowered. When I lifted my gaze to look at the ones confronting me, I had to immediately lower my head again because one of them struck me. Even though I wanted to touch my lip, I couldn't control my body...
I remained quiet, waiting for the next strike, but I never got it. Instead of a fist, something sharp pierced my side...
For a moment, I froze, staring at the person who hurt me because I was shocked. I felt the cold, sharp object inside my body as I looked directly at the person who did it...
My body had no strength, and I lost more after being hurt by my side.
A moment later, I screamed again when the object was twisted inside me, slowly, enough to make the pain unbearable. I could feel warmth dripping from my side, and tears began to fall from my eyes...
Even though I hadn't fully recovered yet, I was struck again in the stomach. The people holding me let go, and I grabbed my side. I tried to stand, but my knees had no strength left...
I covered the wound with my palm, as though I could stop the blood from flowing... Just as I was about to sit down, I suddenly looked up because of the force of the hit from below...
I didn't want it to happen, but I suddenly fell. I could feel the coldness of the floor, and the mocking laughter of the people who had done this to me filled my ears...
A moment later, before I could spit out any blood, I screamed again because I was struck in my side. No matter how much I tried to open my eyes, I couldn't.
"You don't know anything!! You're useless!! You can't even defend yourself?? You're rich, but you didn't even learn how to protect yourself??" one man shouted, getting close to my face.
"Sto- stop ---" I stammered, my voice trembling and cut off, but I couldn't finish it because the pain was overwhelming.
I tried to speak again, but I couldn't because I was struck again in my side...
I knew I had lost a lot of blood, but I tried to keep my eyes open...
Monique, take care of me... Whatever happens, I'll accept it because I love you and trust you...
"What, no fight?!!" the man who hurt me shouted again...
"Hey!!!! What's going on here??!" I heard a man's voice, but I couldn't see him anymore because my eyes were closed.
I felt someone hold me, and I could hear the sound of what they were carrying, making me think it was a police officer. When I felt something being pressed against my wound, I had a small glimmer of hope... hope that I could keep going, keep living.
"Sir..." I weakly called out to the officer who helped me.
That was the last word I managed to say before everything around me went dark...
Everyone has a hidden story.
Some choose to keep it to themselves because it's not something they want to share with others. I have a question:
What if sharing it was the only way to prove that you never wanted the nightmare that happened to you? Do you have the courage to wake up and tell every detail of what you've been through?
- Sincerely, Liam.
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