[Read this after the story]
In the end, I chose to avert my eyes on reality and looked only at my ideals, probably that what the sin that I committed, not only mine but hers. Continue living in the life we want and the world that we dream of, continue dying in each day and continue dying in each memory. I guess that what the price we need to pay for living in the world we wanted.
The world where I could see the colors of the sky.
And the world where nobody ignores her existence.
I could call it a win-win but at the same time, we lose. Like lambs who need to be guided, we were the lambs who were abandoned by our shepherd. Black lambs and lost lambs.
-Cyan.