Whispers of mercy

How will I rise… in a world where even the sun doesn’t? Or did I even want to rise in the first place? I only had to keep what’s mine—or more like, stay with what’s mine.

Aah… at least I still have my sister.

She's Cruel, just like me.

But, Why?

I tried my best to keep her away from the blood, but somehow, I always ended up in it first. And she was always there—never letting me alone.

To the point where… she became just like me.

She was a burden once. Then a reason. My reason.

To live? Or purhabs… the only reason.

After all, how can a man live without a reason?

That’s why I wanted more. More reasons. More to live for. But no… I shouldn’t.

I loved my mother. Loved, not love. I also loved Viser. He was like a father to me.

But again… loved.

I just keep losing them. Twice now. I want to say I won’t lose again, but… can I?