An innocent girl was bullied. Depressed. Harassed. Abused. Teased.
But she still grins. She still played along a happy life.
And she still stayed.
Just because she doesn't want to leave the only person left who cares for her.
This thing will just pass down the lineage, if they all have to be remembered...perhaps by the fig tree planted by her forefathers, silently peeping through the window as they drink and go, one by one.
He was a fallen reporter, who longs for peace than anything else in the world. But it was never granted as his world crumbled away. He had nothing left but the satisfaction of a writer before jumping into the dark and lonely abyss where sinners lie.