Do people become part of nature after they die?
I remember someone once saying that humans are children of nature. So is death a way of returning to our mother's embrace?
I think perhaps it is.
I can't remember when I truly found release. I only remember leaping from a high-rise. There was no beauty like a TV drama heroine, no skirt fluttering in the wind, only an overwhelming feeling of suffocation. Maybe it's because I'm a coward. As I fell, my mind went blank. Then came the excruciating pain, and my life ended just like that.
Look how fragile human life is, Mother, my strong and accepting mother. What made me, your child, decide to end my own life? Was it unbearable pressure? Was it an illness that never let up? Or was it control in the name of love? I was the one setting the question, yet I didn't know the right answer. Is that a kind of sorrow too?
In truth, I've always known the answer. This question was never multiple choice. Every option offered was the answer. Pressure drove me to despair, illness broke my body, and the shackles brought by love dealt the final blow. I lived for more than ten years in a family that made me sick just to think about, until the day I chose release.
They say, "Why sleep too long in life? In death, you'll sleep forever." Is that true? Then why, when I should have been sleeping forever, did I meet the only person I loved in life, though that love was one-sided?
Told from the female lead's first-person perspective
Theme: Self-confidence is the key to becoming your best self
