Kai was born on a winter day, when the cold wind penetrated every crack in the old house. His mother, a woman with emotionless eyes, just glanced at him and turned away, continuing her work as if nothing had happened. His father, a silent man, did not bother to welcome him into his arms but just stood and watched from afar before leaving the room. Kai grew up in the coldness not only of the weather but also of the house he lived in.
He learned to be silent very early. Family meals were just a series of spoons hitting bowls, no words, no attention. Kai tried to talk to his mother, but she only responded with short sentences or indifferently ing by. His father did not even look at him for too long, as if he were a shadow in the house.
Kai had no one to share with. None of his classmates paid attention to him, and he did not try to get attention either. During the holidays, when his friends eagerly showed off their gifts from their parents, he just silently bowed his head, his hands clutching the hem of his shirt. He wasn't jealous, he simply didn't know what it felt like to be loved.
Then the winter days ed, carrying his childhood into the cold mist. One day, Kai realized that he no longer cared about life. No one needed him, no one would care if he disappeared.
Thinking and doing, on a cold winter night, Kai left home. He walked among the empty streets, his breath turning into white smoke. He kept walking, walking until his legs could no longer feel. On a high bridge, Kai stopped. The cold wind blew through his shirt, but he no longer felt cold. He closed his eyes, imagining another world, where there was no loneliness, no coldness from heartless people.
The next morning, people found the body of a boy floating in the river. But no one came to claim his body. Not a tear, not a word of mourning. He left in the cold, just like how he had lived all these years.
He learned to be silent very early. Family meals were just a series of spoons hitting bowls, no words, no attention. Kai tried to talk to his mother, but she only responded with short sentences or indifferently ing by. His father did not even look at him for too long, as if he were a shadow in the house.
Kai had no one to share with. None of his classmates paid attention to him, and he did not try to get attention either. During the holidays, when his friends eagerly showed off their gifts from their parents, he just silently bowed his head, his hands clutching the hem of his shirt. He wasn't jealous, he simply didn't know what it felt like to be loved.
Then the winter days ed, carrying his childhood into the cold mist. One day, Kai realized that he no longer cared about life. No one needed him, no one would care if he disappeared.
Thinking and doing, on a cold winter night, Kai left home. He walked among the empty streets, his breath turning into white smoke. He kept walking, walking until his legs could no longer feel. On a high bridge, Kai stopped. The cold wind blew through his shirt, but he no longer felt cold. He closed his eyes, imagining another world, where there was no loneliness, no coldness from heartless people.
The next morning, people found the body of a boy floating in the river. But no one came to claim his body. Not a tear, not a word of mourning. He left in the cold, just like how he had lived all these years.
