Chapter 75 Perfume
- When I opened my eyes, I knew I'd just close them again because I didn't want to face the truth. The world appears to be collapsing around itself. I want to go back to sleep and remember what occurred earlier. That scene is never over. But whatever it was that narrowed my eyes, it felt like an avalanche in my chest.
- My eyes were open, but my spirit was still haunted by what had transpired earlier. I was just staring at the ceiling, waiting for something to fall from the sky and hit my head, causing me to comprehend the reality. Or maybe I'm just waiting for a rock to fall on my head so that when I wake up, I'll be back in time.
- My tears are falling like rain in a storm. Tornadoes and tsunamis are examples of severe weather. My sorrow is how powerful those calamities were. I feel like a kid who has had a treat snatched from me. I feel like a child who was left behind by my parents because I needed to study. My breathing was obstructed by every sob I had. I'm not sure where to go, since every time I sit down, I want to lie down again to rest.