The evening sun cast the room in its orange shade. The wall across the glass door of the balcony reflected its glow. The evening had settled in.
Sera's ghostly figure was seated over my bed. The look on her face was different from before—her usual bright expression was now devoid of any emotions, her eyes seemed hollow. She was staring at nothing, as if she had already accepted her fate.
'I want to die.' she said.
Tears never fell. She might have already cried enough. The pain was still eating her away.
It felt to me that—she truly believed there was nothing left for her in this world.
I remained silent for the time being. With my 'Ruler' skill taking effect, my thought process accelerated severalfold. My mind was processing Sera's words.
I wasn't someone who comforted others with empty reassurance. I knew—I knew that no words could erase what she had seen—what she had endured.
But I wouldn't ignore her suffering either.
Sera, despite being someone else, was now a part of me.
