He stared blankly across the traffic-choked road and the bustling crowds at the girl crouching in front of little Lynn, her face full of tenderness.
His eyes were utterly vacant.
Yes.
He remembered yet again.
That big sister who had made his kindergarten days so colorful, his favorite teacher, had also dealt his young heart a devastating blow on this very day...
She had clearly been so gentle, yet in the end, she had still lost to reality.
Age and all that...
Being teacher and student and all that...
Could those things really create such a painful gulf...?
He, Lynn, had never cared about any of that...
Yet it had still ended without ever going anywhere.
That beautiful big sister had left his side. Although they still kept in touch afterward, they could no longer be as open with each other as before.
Later, she married a man who, though not as handsome as him, was still a decent guy, and soon gave birth to an adorable little girl. They were so loving and happy together, and she truly hadn't waited another ten years for him, because ten years later, he had already gone to Hell.
Time simply loved playing tricks on people.
He still vaguely remembered how, the day before he went to Hell, on his fifteenth birthday, he had waited in lonely disappointment without receiving the birthday wishes of the big sister he longed for.
He had thought that perhaps this was just how it would be...
Only to receive a shy love letter from her daughter instead.
Back then, he had held that pink letter with such complicated feelings, looking at the Little Loli standing before him, clutching the hem of her skirt, blushing and nervous. His heart had been a tangled mess of every conceivable emotion.