In the female restroom, Caroline Edwin looked at Lucy Leia, who appeared drained and at the height of heart-wrenching desolation.
With a slight movement of her wrist, bones emitting a faint sound, she asked, "Can you not accept it?"
Hearing her words, Lucy, who had worn a listless expression, rubbed her eyes. A confusing mix of hatred and helplessness flooded her heart.
The once wonderful past shattered into pieces, irretrievable, but she doesn't even want to piece it back together; she just wants to dispose of it in the garbage bin.
"What good is it not to accept it? I can't do anything about him, he's living well, while now I am a mere ghost."
Caroline Edwin lifted her hand, striking a complicated Rune into Lucy Leia's body.
"What goes around comes around. He owes you a life, so go and find him. As long as you don't shed blood or take a life, it's okay."
