บท 77: weak and useless

"I don't want to. Love is only going to ruin my life. Love isn't as easy and sweet as it seems. Love isn't always enough," she said blankly looking in front of her.

Flashback of her childhood coming one after another.

Flashback to when she was five years old:

"Mother see, I have drawn this-" her words got cut off by the scene in front of her.

There stood her elder brother with brushes on his face and hands.

"A-abe? What happened? Who hurt you? Where's Mumma, papa? Tell me. I will tell them to save you and they will punish the bad guy," she said with tears falling down her eyes.

"It's nothing. I got hurt while playing," Abe said wiping off her tears with his thumbs.

"B--But, no tell me. Who hurt you? Mumma, papa will punish them," she said stubbornly.

"I can't be saved by the persons who hurt me, love," a broken smile plastered on his face while saying this.