로그인Mom and Dad sat on the couch, gazing at my photo and whispering my name, their eyes full of longing.I hovered in front of them, looking at the gray creeping through their hair and the exhaustion carved into their faces. I said softly, "Dad. Mom. I'm going now."They could not hear me, but I wanted to say it anyway.I wanted to tell them that I did not blame them anymore, that I was leaving for a place where there was no pain and no suffering. I wanted to tell them to take care of themselves from now on and to stop living inside their regret.I wanted to tell them that in the next life, I hoped we would not be a family again. I hoped they would have a child who never had to go through what I did. I hoped I would find a home where I was safe—a family that understood me, protected me, and truly loved me.I drifted out of the house and out of the city. The home behind me grew smaller and smaller, and with it, the painful memories and the unbearable past fell further and further away.
"Mom, Dad. I'm leaving. Tommy's death is a burden I can never put down. I have no right to stay here, no right to face you, and no right to face Tommy. I'm going somewhere no one knows me, and I'll spend the rest of my life living with what I've done. Please take care of yourselves. I'm sorry."Mom's hand jerked violently, and the note slipped from her fingers to the floor."Talia... Talia's gone..."Her voice was hollow, drained of everything but despair.Dad rushed in, saw the note on the floor, and his vision nearly went black again.Their son was dead. Their daughter was gone. The family had shattered completely.The home that had once been full of noise and life now held nothing but the two of them, alone in an empty house, with nothing to keep them company but regret and despair.Talia had left without any contact information, and no one knew where she had gone. She had vanished from the city as if she had never existed.Mom and Dad searched for her as if they had been po
Mom and Dad sat in the living room all night. Neither of them spoke. There was nothing but silence and regret.By the time the sky had fully brightened, the snow had stopped. Sunlight came through the windows and fell across the living room, landing on the cold, untouched food and the bright gift cards on the coffee table, but it brought no warmth with it.They had lost their son—and every part of it was their own doing.In the days that followed, the house felt like a tomb.Mom and Dad busied themselves with my funeral arrangements, their faces drained of all color and their eyes webbed with red veins so thick they looked like cracks in glass. They had aged beyond recognition.The neighbors all knew what had happened. Some expressed sympathy, some offered condolences, and others whispered behind closed doors that the parents had been too extreme, that they had taken a perfectly good son and destroyed him with their own hands.Those whispered words buried themselves in Mom and Da
Mom remembered the day they sent me to the camp. I had begged her, "Mom, I'm sorry. I won't ever talk to girls again. Please don't send me there. Please."She thought I was being difficult. She yanked her hand free of mine and shoved me through the doors without looking back. It never once crossed her mind what was waiting on the other side of those doors.Dad remembered how I was when I came back from the camp. At dinner, I ate mechanically, and my eyes were dark and hollow, as if I had become a different person entirely. He told himself I just needed time to readjust. He planned to send me back only after the holiday.It never once crossed his mind that by then, I had already been tortured past the point of wanting to live, that the thought of dying had already taken root.They always said it was for my own good, but they ended up destroying my life with their own hands. At the best age of my life, they drove me to end it in the most devastating way possible.By the time they le
The examiner walked over, looked at my family in their grief, and spoke with a heavy voice. "The deceased, Tommy Lawson, has been confirmed dead from a high-altitude fall. The time of death is preliminarily estimated to be around 10:00 pm tonight."He paused, his gaze passing over my body before he continued, "However, the deceased shows extensive injuries, both old and new, covering the limbs and torso. There are clear signs of physical abuse, as well as evidence of restraint and degradation. None of these injuries are consistent with the fall."His words detonated in the silence of the morgue.Mom's crying stopped dead. She looked up sharply, staring at the examiner, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief. "What did you just say? Injuries? Degradation? That's impossible! He only went to a behavioral correction camp for 14 days. How could he have injuries like that?"The examiner produced a preliminary report and held it out to her."These are the initial findings. It's all docum
The officer's words landed in the silent living room, and the air itself seemed to freeze. The color drained from Dad's face in an instant. He swayed, then pitched backward. Talia caught him just in time and guided him into a seat, her own body shaking as she did."That's impossible..." Dad's voice was hoarse, the same words tumbling out again and again."You've got the wrong person. That's not our Tommy. It's not him." Mom seized the officer's arm, her knuckles white and her voice ragged with disbelief. "What kind of police are you? My son just went out for a walk. There's no way he fell from a building. You have the wrong person!"The officer frowned and freed his arm from her grip, his tone firm. "We've verified the identification and confirmed it with the forensic team on site. There is no mistake. We need you to come with us to identify the body."Mom's body went rigid. The fury on her face bled away piece by piece, replaced by a blank, hollow disbelief. Her mouth opened and c







