Why was I born?
I had been asking that, even during my last moments. Life for me has been very difficult — especially unfair. Being born just to get raised with violence. Had people wanting me dead, and lost people who actually mattered in my life.
All my life, I've been walking in darkness, finding my way home. I've searched and searched for something I didn't know yet.
To fulfill, to satisfy, to forgive, and to have an answer. In my first life, I deluded myself that I achieved them.
I didn't.
In my second life? I thought I found it, but no, I didn't. If I did, I wouldn't ask that question once again. That question wouldn't even cross my mind again while I watch his tears fall from his eyes.
But now, back in this long darkness, I finally got it. Ironic, I know. That the answer I've been seeking to find was just here all along; it has always been with me all along.
