Thinking of Lizzy's resentful face and her resolute decision to drag me into death with her, I chuckled bitterly, thinking, "Am I that guilty light?"
In my past life, I couldn't fathom it, and in this life, I still couldn't.
I couldn't understand, but I also didn't want to.
Upon rebirth, I grasped the most profound truth. That was letting go of the savior complex and respecting the destinies of others.
Moreover, staying far away from vampiric, toxic families.
So this time, as Lizzy wished, I didn't step forward to pour out that pot of oatmeal.
Concealed by the wall, I recorded the entire scene on my phone before quietly leaving.
Not long after I walked back to the table, Lizzy walked in carrying a bowl.
Inside, steaming hot oatmeal laced with something extra.
I glanced over and then averted my gaze.
Lizzy kept her head down and went to hand the bowl to her mother.
I couldn't judge whether this was right or wrong, for I myself had been a child bound by a toxic family intimately acquainted with the bitterness, hatred, resentment, and unwillingness within.
But everyone must bear the consequences of their choices.
Sipping my coffee, I sat on the sidelines, silently observing the scene.