With no death from shock, he had no choice but to commit suicide to escape the pain.

�Why don�t you want to die?�

I want to hang myself, cut my wrists, or jump off a high cliff right now.

I�d rather have been struck by lightning, if a rock had suddenly rolled and crushed my body, if someone had cut my throat while I was sleeping.

�Why can�t I die?�

Gaold grinned, knowing that he had more to live for the rest of his life.

�Because I�m human.�

Maybe something good could happen tomorrow.

That will never happen, but it�s a fact that won�t change even if you wait for decades, but tomorrow, that tomorrow that hasn�t come yet����.

Hot tears flowed like lava.

�You don�t know!�

For the first time in my life, no, it�s okay if it�s the last, so I wonder if the day will come when I can laugh with peace of mind.

�only once.�

I don�t need anything, I�ll give up all of my flesh and blood����.

�Only once.�

I want you to feel happy.

�It�s a maze.�

my idea

�There is no tomorrow here.�

Pain makes a human being a philosopher, and the destination of his philosophy was the polar line.

�You are not here.�

perfect order.

If you just close your eyes, everyone is already aware of the rightness, the state of extreme good practice endlessly.

�If only you could laugh in that world.�

As Gaold gritted his teeth, the stoicism of the great heat hell unfolded.

�Will I be able to laugh at that time?�

Will rest come to my heart wandering through hell?

�Huh!�

Will tomorrow come to me too, Miro?

As Gaold�s face grew younger, as if reversing time, water began to seep in from all sides. JrNovels.com