The Happiness That The Shinigami Gave Me - Epilogue 2
Seven years passed. The boy inside her belly had grown and found his way to this prison I was living in.
I could only watch as he walked down the thorny path that led to his death.
The woman that I loved tormented him and tortured him, only showing him her love when she had a brief moment of sanity. And so, he grew up starving. For both food and affection. He ended up growing up with an empty heart.
So when he was drowning in that river, I desperately pulled the soul that almost left his body.
I tried my best to save her too, but her soul was too heavy for me. The darkness captured her soul and it sank to the bottom of the river.
‘In the end, I abandoned her again.’
“Look at what we have here. A cute little guest.”
I still remember the time when I first approached him. My voice was trembling. Luckily, he didn’t notice it. He was too occupied with the fact that he was brought here out of nowhere.
His body was ridden with scars and bruises. Kick marks, punch marks, cut lips. Even his soul was damaged.
I wanted to apologize. I wanted to hug him. I wanted to patch up his wounded soul.
But, there was no time to lose.
A body that had lost its soul wouldn’t last long. I had to return him to the world of living as soon as possible.
“You can still live… You don’t want to die young, do you?”
The sight of his innocent eyes and the words that followed struck me like lightning.
“It’s fine. I don’t care if I die now.”
The despair in his heart was deep. Way too deep.
Maybe because he was still too young to understand, he wasn’t aware of this despair. He wasn’t aware that he was hurt.
“Because nothing good ever happens.”
Ah, he was right. Nothing ‘good’ ever happened in his life.
This was all my fault. This little boy became like this because of me.
I wanted him to live. I wanted him to be happy. I wanted him to laugh like a child his age, to throw tantrums like a child his age, to play around everyday, and to have pleasant dreams when he slept at night.
I knew it was selfish of me, but I really wanted the best for him…
“Alright, let’s do it this way. I’m going to cast a curse on you.”
That was what I told him back then.
“One day, you will meet your ‘fated girl.’ The girl who’d become someone special to you. The girl who’d become the love of your life. And the girl who’d bring you happiness.”
She was in one of the possible futures that I saw. If he were to survive this ordeal, he probably could reach that ending.
“But, your happiness wouldn’t last long. Make sure to cherish your time with her, okay?”
I wanted to watch him grow up. Even if it didn’t last long…
“Why won’t it last long?”
“Because that girl has a short lifespan. She’s going to die soon.”
He uttered something unexpected afterwards.
“Poor girl. I feel bad for her; can’t you save her instead?”
I could feel my heart start to race.
“You threw your life away so easily, but you feel sorry for a girl that you don’t even know?”
Despite him being battered and tattered, he could still show his kindness to others.
I desperately tried to hold my tears back.
“Fine, for you, I guess I could help her a little.”
And so, I told him of the future.
“Dedicate your life to her.”
This was my plan.
Since he didn’t want to live for himself, I made him live for others instead. This way, I could watch him grow up.
And so, he went back to the realm of the living.
I could never forget the last words he asked me before he went.
“Um, who are you? Why do you know my future? Are you a shinigami by any chance?”
Right, I was a shinigami. The shinigami who abandoned his beloved to drown in her lonesome under that cold river, leaving their scarred young boy to live alone.