He had always been nothing but kind and tolerant toward them, yet his kindness was repaid with ridicule and mockery.
Minutes passed, leaving his entire room in disarray. He crouched in a corner, tears flowing as he recalled every unfortunate situation he had endured.
"That's it, everything started when both my parents died..."
"With all the things happening, maybe... I'm the curse."
"I should have been the one to die instead of them; perhaps they would have been happier that way."
Xyriel thought, sighing deeply, his expression devoid of life. He wasn't one to pity himself; he had fought hard to please those around him, only to receive a slap in the face and a scar in his heart in return.
