I read this comment, phone in my trembling hand. "Same dude, same", I say while nodding my head. Tears began to run down my face, clutching my heart, I say "I should've waited for the right time...the right moment". I sobbed uncontrollably, "Oh dear, whatever shall I do now?"
My phone slips from my hands as I stare at the ceiling in pure devastation. "This is it... this is how I go," I whisper, letting out a dramatic sigh. My soul leaves my body as I realize: we have to wait for Season 2. The betrayal, the agony, the suffering. I clutch my chest, gasping, "How am I supposed to live like this…?"
I turned over as I continued wallowing in agony and my eyes happened to land on my phone now abandoned on the floor. I guess my hand might have mistakenly swiped across the screen when it slipped earlier, for now displaying on the screen covered in tears was another manwha, 'Honbul: Flame of the Soul'. There it is my hope in the dark. Yes, this is how, this is how I'm going to continue living. Maybe the heavens aren't ready for me quite yet.
GAPS
GASP "h-honbul flame of the soul m-mentioned?!" I say with hope and happines
"NOOOO THIS CANT BE.."! I say as tears starts to form "my comfort manwha.. You can't do this to me..!" I wailed to no one and dropped on my knees, sobbing