Although there was some doubt in my heart, I thought it would be an easy task to do, so I agreed. He then gave me a pouch to collect the tears of my next of kin. So, I put the pouch across my chest and headed back home. Ready to collect the tears. After all, I just died, okay? Surely, collecting tears from my family members would be easy, right?
However, when my spirit finally drifted back to my family, I found out that there was not a trace of sadness on their faces. They even lived their life as usual as before. In fact, they looked happier.
My sister sent a message to my boyfriend, "Andrea is dead. Now we can finally be together without worry that she will know and make a fuss about this. There is no one that will hinder our love anymore.”
My brother told his friend, “Let's get online and play. Who cares if that unlucky thing died? Ranking up is way more important than to care about her. Let's play!”
My father grumbled at my mother, “This useless girl. If she had to die, couldn't she have picked somewhere else? Why did she have to burn down our old mansion? That building is still nice.”