"Mama…Papa…" Irene sat down on one of the chairs, curling up into a ball.
No matter how much she acts fine, time seems to stop for her. That seven year old was still there, watching her with eyes of emptiness.
The seven year old who stood in front of her, her face questioning where was their parents were. What was their baby brother? And everytime she comes she has no answer for her past shelf.
Irene was not sure if marrying even the right idea. How would her parents feel seeing her married off? Will her past shelf finally let her go and let her live a common life? Irene still can't accept her being happy in life.
Why it's just who was left behind, if they were going to disappear they should have just killed her. Living everyday with the feeling she must have caused this eats her alive.
"Irene…? Are you in there?" A sudden voice from outside interrupted her. Irene rubbed away her tears and cleared her voice before answering with a yes.
