"Cheryl, spend more time with your family, do what you want to do, and don't have any regrets."
But... I had long lost my family.
In my life after the age of ten, only regrets remained.
In a half-awake state, my stomach hurt uncomfortably. Before I could even run to the bathroom, I vomited a mouthful of blood.
The bright red blood stung my nerves, as if it were the car accident from years ago.
Back then, my brother and I were protected by our parents, surrounded by a sea of bright red blood.
My parents had long been silent.
I was scared and cried loudly.
My elder brother tightly held my hand and said, 'Cheryl, Brother is still here, don't be afraid!'
He sang to me and told me stories.
After being rescued, I still held his hand tightly and followed him closely.
His leg was injured, but he still gave his hospital bed to me to sleep on even when he was on the drip. He sat aside and accompanied me.
How does my dear brother, who used to take care of me so much, disappear in the following years?
The blood awakened my terrible memories.
The strong facade I put on during the day collapsed in an instant. I trembled as I picked up my phone, hoping to find some comfort.