Nineteen Days of Calamity

One disaster per day. Nineteen days. Just half a month passed by, and the hatred that had been carried for nineteen years came to fruition in just nineteen days. Everything seemed like a farce. I hated him, but I couldn't bear to kill him. Because I fell into his deep gaze a long time ago. I actually hated the wrong person. Time flies. If he, also if he. There is another one. I always thought I had let him down, how should I deal with his vague concern and the sadness in his eyes. Will the steps that can't be taken together eventually be the same? That huge conspiracy, for the sake of my brother who is already involved, do I really have to go through the rivers and lakes? Does the rumor that the bruises will appear and the world will cease to exist must come true? Conception: