The First Example(3)

"I started meditating in my own way."

"It was easier to focus not on my breath, but on my hunger. No matter how hard I tried to concentrate on my breathing, the hunger always pulled my attention. So, I embraced it. I focused on the hunger itself.

"And it worked. My mind stayed locked in, undistracted for longer than ever before."

"The growling in my stomach kept me from drifting away, anchoring me in the present."

"My mind fought to ignore the hunger, but I forced myself to confront it."

"I had never truly felt hunger before—at least, not like this. It was the first time I had ever focused on it so intensely."

"After a week, my ability to focus had greatly improved."

" When I concentrated on my hunger, everything else faded away. But something still haunted me."

"An unsettling fear that if I stopped remembering my sister, I would lose her forever."

"Just thinking about it made my heart race, pounding so fast that I felt like I might pass out."

" In that moment, my focus shifted. I latched onto the beating of my heart, using it to steady myself."

"Every beat reminded me of her,the sister I had cherished more than anything."

"Every pulse echoed my love for her. And with each throb in my chest, I remembered the truth, I had avenged her."

"But there was still sadness and pain lingering in my heart."

"My dream had not been fulfilled."

"I had longed for a life with my beautiful sister—living side by side, with no fear in her eyes."

"I wished her bright golden eyes could be free of tears."

" I wanted to see her face filled with happiness, her smile no longer carrying the weight of pain and sorrow."

"But that wish will never come true, because my dear sister is gone."

"Tears flowed from my eyes,tears for my sister."

" Tears that carried the weight of memories, each drop a reminder of what I had lost."

"Tears that whispered to me that I was weak."

"Tears that blamed me for her death, for being the root of all the pain in her eyes."

"I didn't realize it at first, but I had subconsciously turned my attention to those tears."

" I was aware of the tears falling, yet my focus remained on the memories, flooding my mind and heart."

"The cycle continued."

"Focusing on my hunger, the pounding of my heart, and the tears that fell during meditation. For three more months, I followed this routine. And those three months were the hardest of my life."

"Some days, I skipped lunch. Other days, I skipped dinner."

" Sometimes, I went without sleep. Other times, I neglected exercise."

"Each day blurred into the next, a relentless struggle between my body, my mind, and the weight of my grief."

"Each growl from my stomach reminded me of the hunger for a better life that my sister once wanted."

" Each beat of my heart echoed the suffering she endured—for both of us."

"And every tear that fell ,screamed at me, accusing me of failing her, of being unable to find her even after death."

"But they no longer tormented me."

"I had accepted the truth—I was weak."

"I had admitted that I once had a dream."

"I had admitted that I failed to protect her. And I had admitted that even in death, I couldn't be by her side."

"But over these three months, I slowly came to realize something."

"I may not have been able to protect her, but I avenged her."

"It's my fault I couldn't save her."

"My fault I couldn't fulfill our dream. But that dream is no longer mine now."

"I have no dreams left—only a final wish."

"A wish to find my sister's grave and be buried beside her."

"It's my only goal. And to fulfill it, I would sacrifice everything."

"I have accepted all my fault now."

"I am the one to blame."

"The tears are mine now. "

"The sorrow is mine now."

"The pain, the hurt—everything she endured, I must carry."

" I have to feel it. Accept it. Understand it completely."

"And I will forgive myself only after I have found her grave."

"I may have come to a twisted realization, but my vision of life is now clear."

" I have a goal, and I will fulfill it."

"I will blame myself, but I can't let that consume me—because I need to find my sister."

"I will cry a lot, but I won't allow myself to be weak again."

"I need to prove to my sister who I've become."

"I will feel every kind of pain and sadness."

"I will reimagine it."

"I will embrace it."

"I will feel the fear she felt, the pain of the scars on her back, the suffering she endured. I will feel her."

"But I won't let it drag me into despair."

"I know she's gone. But I have a purpose now. I have to find her."

"And just like that, eight months have passed."

"I am being released."

"I have passed the assessment."

"I will now be allowed to search for my sister."

"This is my last letter."

"My story—or rather, the example I have written—stands as proof of my journey."

"In reality, this is my first book. But from now on, the book of instructions I have written will take its place as the first."

"This is my final bye and my final message."

"Find a goal you will cherish for your entire life. Only after achieving it will you find peace."

With teary eyes, Avasyu finished reading the first example.

He could feel Yash's pain as if it were his own.

A deep longing filled him—he wished he could have been there to help Yash find his sister.

Questions flooded his mind.

"What happened after Yash was released?"

"Was he still alive? Did he ever find his sister's grave? And if he did… what emotions must have consumed him in that moment?"

That night, Avasyu lay awake, searching for answers in his mind—imagining possibilities, trying to piece together Yash's fate.

The questions consumed him, refusing to let him rest.

Sleep didn't come easily that night. It wasn't until 2 a.m. that his exhausted eyes finally gave in, and finally he drifted into sleep.