The woman's breaths thinned out, each one quieter, smaller—like her lungs were giving up inch by inch. Then nothing. No shudder. No final flare of life. Just stillness.
Her husband didn't move. He stared at her the way someone might stare at a broken screen, waiting for it to flicker back on, praying it would.
A heartbeat passed.
"YOU BASTARD!" he lunged at me, his fist aiming straight for my face.
I began dodging his clumsy strike by tilting my head with little to no effort.
"YOU KILLED HER!"
"YOU KILLED HER!"
"YOU KILLED HER!"
Watching him flail like a madman brought me no satisfaction. In the end, what happened to her was because of both of their own weakness.
Though, if I'm being honest, my fist was ready to send him to the afterlife if he missed her that much. Really considerate of me, actually.
Hai‑Min stepped forward, trembling yet determined, mustering every ounce of strength to speak for my sake. She looked so fragile that it made her utterly adorable.
