36. Manji

When Emma hung up the phone, my brain tried to comprehend every single thing happened today. I felt like a fugitive. They were after me and hurting people closed to my life to warn me, hoping I would give up.

Tht morning rain showered heavily, a woman took a black coffin of her son to the funeral. Emma asked me to assist Miko's mother because his younger brother was only eight years old, and of course knew nothing about the funeral issues.

Although I had to let it go wholeheartedly, there was a part of me could not take it easily. My helplessness made me wake that I had to accept it either I liked it or not.

They were beyond reason from what I could accept so far. It was just not fair for us. We did not have any ability, to prevent ourselves. We would be like a toy for fun for them all.