Sophie closed her eyes, and once again that image which often lingered in her dreams floated into her mind.
Her mother stood on the rooftop of their neighborhood, stretched out her arms, and, without hesitation, leapt down, crashing heavily onto the ground, leaving her body a bloody mess.
And now?
Her once most beloved, most respected father, did he really just follow in her mother's footsteps?
Those who leave always do so cleanly and decisively, while those still alive are left to bear the pain that should never have been theirs.
Sophie, oh Sophie, destined to be abandoned in this life!
Henry panicked, not expecting that this time would truly result in a death; now he had lost the only leverage he held. He ordered a few words in a low voice, quickly asking people to retreat.
Atop the desolate water tower, there were only two figures left.
"Sophie, please, talk to me, will you?" Seeing her like this, how could he not feel heartache?
