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Chapter 9 - Chapter 8- Agatha's Trauma

"Nothing's gonna happen even if you cry," Agatha let her voice reach her own ears before placing the phone down after hearing how she had to meet that man today.

Using her wrist, she cleared away her tears, clearly knowing how a person's most useless time is when they cannot recognize that these tears aren't from the body but from the soul.

There are two types of pain in the human body. The first is when they feel it physically, something that stings hard and is clearly vivid.

The second comes from the soul, from grief and pain that is not physical but born from memories and the struggles of life.

And that pain... it eclipses all others.

When a soul wails, it hurts more than the body, and Agatha learned this the hard way.

Life isn't a fantasy, and for her to think that there would be someone out there waiting for her, consoling her, and even asking if she was in pain was useless.

She just stood and moved towards her kitchen, clearly in her floral skirt reaching below the knees—showing her modest and non-revealing dressing sense—something she had worn since her last day at her job, and due to exhaustion, she had directly fallen asleep.

She geared up, pulling on an apron and starting to cook food not for herself but for someone who was just like her, in pain and struggling through a lonely life.

Someone to whom she felt closest, not as a human but as a soul.

He was just like her—abandoned, with no one to knock on his door, alone and struggling to earn money while suffering from a disease that was slowly corroding him.

Yet every morning, she saw him working out in the garden area of the apartment alone, even with his bulky body caused by a rare disease.

"I will just bring him outside to eat something tonight." While preparing food, her hands halted on the knife due to all the events that happened that morning just a moment ago.

She thought to just bring him some salad, and later, after having her salary credited and meeting that man whom she was going to marry, she would come back and give a nice dinner party to Lecan.

A young man who was similar to her as if he were a mirror of her soul.

Agatha moved out of her kitchen, lazily removing the apron. Even though she did not want to move, she knew that after taking a bath, she needed to prepare for visiting that man.

She decided to at least check Lecan's health once, as he had suffered a heart stroke not long ago due to cholesterol spikes.

She moved, holding the lunchbox that had green salads in it while recalling how she had met him on the first day when she moved here.

He appeared to be a young man with a chubby body, initially giving her the impression that he was someone lazy, someone who always slept and didn't do any work, which led her to simply greet him.

But he acted cold; nor did she hate him as she thought maybe that was just his personality. However, over time, she noticed him in the early morning when the sun had not yet risen above the horizon, running around the garden.

Not once, but whenever her eyes wandered there, she saw him struggling, gasping and even losing consciousness due to exhaustion several times, which led her to personally help him and slowly start to understand him.

He was just like a mirror to her.

A mirror that was just lateral yet portrayed her life in a different way, where she could never voice her words against the injustices from her family.

He was bold enough to curse them, even going so far as to say how he wanted to kill each one of those people. It was something she found confusing, but she knew he was just trying to release his anger.

So she remained silent but felt motivated inwardly, seeing how, unlike her, who could not show her hatred for the people to whom she was nothing but a money-making machine, he was, on the other hand, strong yet just like her—abandoned.

His parents were dead, just like hers, yet he survived and held up each day just like her...

But unlike her, he wasn't dead inside. He struggled, he worked hard, and he tried to fight against his fate every day, unlike her who surrendered.

She found her own strong version in him, and that was more than enough for her to start caring for him as a friend; she could not be anything more than that, especially because of how weak she was against the fire that the young man showed by evolving through his pain.

Unlike her weak self....

Krieek

She opened the door of her room as slowly her eyes turned towards the floor to guide herself out of the apartment where his door existed just in front of hers.

But as she did, her body flinched and her eyes widened, with the salad in her hand directly falling and splattering around as she saw the whole floor painted in red blood.

"N-no..." Her voice was still catching up to her mind, but faster than all of them was her eyes, which, following the trail of the blood, saw it moving within Lecan's apartment, instantly making her shiver as she swiftly sprinted, forgetting everything before started to hammer on the door with her fist.

Bam! Bam!

"LECAN! ARE YOU ALRIGHT? OPEN THE DOOR!" As her hand pounded on the door, her heart hammered against her ribs. Instantly she felt her blood run cold as several memories of what might have happened to him resurfaced, including that of her parents who died in an accident with their bodies dragged out of their cars, bloodied by some animals.

All of her trauma immediately kicked in, causing her mind to freeze and revealing the true horror buried deep within her mind, clearly surging out as she panicked, trying to somehow help Lecan.

"N-no! Please, God, I—I—

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