"Please..." The woman sobbed.
A knife was stuck in her chest. Cold blood flowed down the blade, creating a dark red puddle on the floor.
It's too much...
Someone approached the fallen woman.
The woman already knew who it was. When she raised her eyes and looked up, it was as bright as facing the sun. Those eyes were too dazzling for a human to look straight into them.
The woman sobbed weakly, feeling the burning pain in her eyes.
"Please... Help me. Don't kill me like this."
The thin voice was pitiful. Just listening to it, you could feel the desperation in them so clearly it felt like it would burst your eardrums.
Her thin wrist swayed like a flower stalk and grabbed the hem of the man who'd approached her.
"Don't look away from me. I'm your destiny. It's just that you don't know it yet."
The woman's earnestness did not reach the man.
The man simply stared at the bleeding woman with a knife stuck in her chest with emotionless eyes.
"No, this can't be fate. You are not my destiny."
The man's words were cruel. Finally, the woman realized. The man had never loved her. Even if she died in front of his eyes, he wouldn't change his mind.
"If that's all you have to say."
When the man finished talking, he turned his back and walked away. The back in the distance looked brutal. The indifference that didn't change until the end, and the cruel outward appearance. The man was brutal from start to finish.
The woman staggered to her feet. Squeezing out the last remnants of her strength, her body shook steeply.
"This can't be... It can't."
The disbelief drained the life out of her face. The woman spewed despair with a corpse-like face.
"You must love me... Because that's our destiny."
The woman who finished talking closed her eyes and collapsed. Her confession in the middle of the abandonment left a stain on her pale face, along with a foul smell of blood.