This is the story I reread once a year, on this day, the death anniversary of my precious loved one.

Giran, I'm with you and it's hard to persist in life when the only reason we've been clinging to already left beyond our reach. The regrets of still living and not being able to also repay and make up for the things they've done is agonizing. I want to thank the creator for this story because I feel seen and I can confide in here instead.