He lunged at her with savage, frenzied violence.
And none of the torment seemed as agonizing as this moment. Suddenly, crystalline tears spilled from her eyes.
After more than a decade of isolation and numbness, the trampling of what little remained of her heart finally brought back a sliver of her humanity.
Just as he had said.
It was one of the few things left deep in her heart that she still could not forget.
Even if it had all long since dissolved into nothing, family was still family.
At that moment.
Her brother was reflected in her tear-filled eyes, as though the girl who had once struggled through everything just to reunite with her family had returned. She began resisting with everything she had, but under this brutality, her heart had already shattered further.
Curses, the sound of tearing, bottles toppling to the floor, joints twisting.
Heavy rain began falling outside the window.
In that thunderous roar, there seemed to be a splash of blood and a trail of tears sliding across those shattered eyes.
In the silent room.
He stopped.
The hand with which she had danced so gracefully onstage, time and again, gripped a shard from a broken liquor bottle. Blood streamed along the glass in her hand, slowly soaking the back of it before dripping onto the floor.
The shard of glass had pierced his neck.
Blood splattered.
Just as it had twenty years ago, when her mother died before her eyes.
He finally stopped, yet he seemed utterly oblivious to the pain in his neck. A faint, cruel curve of satisfaction appeared on his face. Clutching the wound in his neck, he let out an utterly deranged laugh, as though his revenge had finally been accomplished.
"Just as I thought... hahahaha... you really are still