It's not fair.
She was kind to me.
She meant a lot to the others.
Dying like that... I never knew humans were so fragile.
You know, I never really wore my glasses before. I didn't want to see. I thought that, if this world was so trashy, so cruel, I'd rather blur it out.
I suppose that's how I coped. So what if I couldn't read off the board anymore? So what if my grades declined? I didn't care. Those who I used to 'serve', I didn't really recognise their faces properly. Only their voices, their tones. But soon, even that wasn't enough to discern them. They all sounded the same.
Disgust, disdain... I used to think that that was the only thing I would hear in people's voices. That's why I only wore glasses at home.
I only wanted to remember my parents, my family. The only people who actually cared about me.
My only pleasure was watching the tiny figures move inside that electronic box. Day and night, whenever I had time, I'd stay there, my eyes glued to the T.V, unmoving.
I wondered why I could never be like them.
Now that I look back on it, I was a little pathetic.
I never did anything, I never tried to change.
Until the day my parents forced me to wear it outside. That was the day when my Goddess called out to me.
The day I met you.
I had forgotten how vividly colored the world was.
I never knew that people could be so... beautiful.
Lukas. My Lord. My saviour.
I still remember the moment he woke up on the hospital bed.
His eyes were still red.
The sorrow, and the misery, it was eating at him.
…I can't accept it.
Just as I found my place. My second home. My sanctuary.
I polished my glasses every day, hoping to engrave you all into my memory.
...They just had to go and mess it all up.
Well, at least they helped me realise one thing. That I love them. All of them. And I don't want them to hurt.
I'll find out who did all of this, and I shall devote my entire life to all of you.
I hope to become a 'family' to you.
So, please,
Get well soon.