𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕,𝒊 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈.
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Cale isn't someone so incompetent. He lived his first life as lout son of the count. For a decade, he has kept his façade as trash perfectly. Firstborn of the Henituse County. The trash who couldn't live without alcohol.
He died at the ages of forty, in the war against White Star and brought back to the past. Only to die again. And so on.
He kept dying and regressed back as the nine-years-old Cale Henituse. He has died as Cale Henituse for 697 times.
White Star without doubt plays a big role in his deaths. Below the white radish is the self-centered punk. The Choi bastard had beaten him to death several times. And Cale has never regret it nor changed his mind about the Harris village.
Even now.
But Cale himself is the one who contributed the most in his own death.
After all the regressions, he could barely keep himself sane. He did everything he could to protect his family.
He was so angry that everything had turned back to how it was.
Cale finally snapped when he found the collateral family had once again harassed Violan and Basen in his hundredth regression.
He forcefully yanked at Basen collars', his unshed tears rolled down in anguish as he yelled at his dongsaeng. The red head finally stared directly at the younger boy face and he was once again haunted with Basen missing limbs, Basen stubborn face persisted even after being disabled, his dead eyes, and his cold body.
Failure. Another failure. It's all my fault. What a useless hyung I am. Even after all the efforts, my dongsaeng is still dying.
But Basen, oh sweet but pitiful Basen is just-
"Hyu-Hyung, sorry--- I'm so sorry, hyung..."
Sorry? What are you apologizing for?
Cale was so frustrated at everything. It's not Basen faults'. He is just a passerby of whatever bullshit whoever planned for them.
Cale clenched his fists and tried to calm down. But he couldn't.
He could feel himself losing control. There was way too much dark thoughts assaulting his mind.
Why can't they just leave Basen and Violan alone? It hurts. Why does it hurt so much? Will it stop if I die? I'm tired of living. I'm just so tired of it.
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