[C] The Day You Came

Seven

By the moment Sojung's funeral ended, I was still crying.

I stayed there for a long time,

bawling my eyes out since I no longer have someone I can share my feelings with.

"Enough, Sejeong. Let's go home. There's no use to cry for someone like her."

"I'm so embarrassed by her doing. People keep asking me why did she cut herself."

Mom's and dad's words snapped me.

I slowly got up, and rose on my feet.

I gazed into their eyes.

Wow.

There was no sadness at all.

"You're not even sad that your daughter has died?"

They both looked at me, somehow looking speechless.

"You know what? Her death is not a commit.

But a murder."

I then left.

It was a murder of feelings indeed.

Depression.