The Mirror Chapter -The Barriers (2)

In front of you is a small residential area.

Low buildings with peeling paint and rusty railings.

Only this kind of poor place is suitable for me.

She must be in that room right now.

A place that could not be called "home", where she could not live the "childhood" that a child should have as a "child".

And I can't make up for these shortcomings in anything.

Outside the small building, I was tempted by the iron exterior staircase.

When I stepped on it, what kind of sound would it make, what kind of melody would it echo in my mind, and what kind of feeling would it have.

And after that, what will happen again.

In the end, what else can I do with this poor body?

If only I hadn't met him, if only I hadn't given birth to her ......

If only I hadn't existed, wouldn't it have been best?

I'm not sure what kind of feeling she had to spend these 12 years with me.

The life in school was not good either, I guess.

But I, however, was not qualified to touch her, to give her care.

I'm just a poor person, I don't have that kind of qualification.

To be with me, to live with me, would only stain her with my filth.

So I can't live a normal life with her, can't laugh and talk together like a normal family member.

Only her hostile eyes can make me settle down.

Even if there is only a little warmth, I may go to seek death because of shame.

To atone for my sins, to kill this me who brought her twelve years of hell.

I am just a poor person, not qualified to receive warmth.

But this poor body of mine always stops at this place.

Every time, always in this place, making a pointless lookout.

What is the use of this.

The guardrail outside the window, there is a section has been corroded by rust almost.

With wind blew by, emitting a creaking sound of decay.

That is her current residence, if only the residence, I can still express some concern ...... right?

The right foot wants to move forward, the left foot is still trembling.

As long as I see her here, my world will collapse.

The left hand has been raised, the right hand is still struggling.

I don't have that kind of qualification, I'm just a poor person.

How long do I have to live in such a rotten life before I can stop ......

"What can I do for you, madam?"

"No, it's nothing. I was just passing by."

The manager gave me a smile and turned around and left.

That's just because I'm a poor person, so poor that I can only live on this outlook, and I have nothing inside.

"Wait a minute, please."

"Yes, what is it?"

"The window bars of that house are rusting badly and it looks dangerous."

"I'll go up and take a look. Thank you for the warning. "

"No, no need."

The janitor stepped on the iron external staircase and went up step by step.

Clunk, clunk.

Clunk, clunk, every step was solid, but the sound was ethereal.

So that's what it sounded like.

If it is a poor and lowly person like me, it is not possible to make, such a pleasant sound, right?