A Beautiful Heaven Without Sorrow

She still remembered their first meeting as children. The angelic boy, lollipop in his mouth, stammered as he called her “big sister.” The girl smiled like a breeze, bright as the sun, took his hand, and walked with him step by step through the years.

Then, one day, the boy's face grew cold, and he stopped calling her “big sister.” Sarcasm always hovered at the corners of his mouth. His clear eyes grew shadowed, and resentment flickered in them from time to time.

Then, on a night two years later, he [unclear] the girl who had once been his big sister. That night changed her life forever, becoming a nightmare she could neither escape nor leave behind.

Where is heaven, after all? How can she live without sorrow? Could death really be the best ending, the way to return everything to the beginning? He began calling her softly and tenderly again: “Big sister.” She answered, and smiled.

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