Warning: Character's death, implied suicide, children's death.
[B]urial
A man’s body is fragile. So, so fragile, like a small spark of fire in the middle of a howling blizzard, flickering and gasping for every ounce of air blown their way before being drown in the white snow. One hit on the head or even the slightest scratch on their skin and their body will wither away along with their soul and life.
That is why man lingers.
Because they feel unfair.
To be born so small, wingless, clawless, so vulnerable and helpless in the one world well-built to kill them at every chance given.
Teru always thought of how he will die. Alone and miserable? Or happy and content, in his loved ones’ arms. Either, he knew he was not the one to hold on to his life, lingering in this living world, desperately trying to hold on to life. He just, was not that kind of person.
But he had never, for even a moment in his life, thought about having to bury his own brother.
His brother.
The one who shared his last name.
His own blood, his son, his purpose and his own sin.
The spark in his endless days of monotone life, filled with death, and misery and sorrow.
His love.
His love left him.
The moment Kou’s casket close, Teru knew immediately what it means by “holding onto one’s life”, because Kou was his life.
But unlike other miserable souls, desperately counting their days in the living world. Teru’s path was much, much easier.
It was a one-way road.
And as God let it be, life of man is fragile, so, so very fragile.
Teru never looked back.
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Mình biết viết Tiếng Việt với Tiếng Anh lẫn lộn ko hay lắm, nhưng mình thích viết drabbles bằng tiếng Anh hơn hmu.