Chapter Eleven: Who is Soren?
Dear reader…
At the beginning of this story, specifically in the first chapter, I told you that this story is real… and that the time was 2012.
And now… it is time for the masks to fall.
What you have read here was not an attempt by an unknown writer to excel in writing romance.
As you may have noticed… I am not good at writing sweet love or flowery words.
What you have read… was greater than romance.
It was a life taken… and ten years buried in seconds.
I am not just telling a story…
I am telling you what remains of "Soren"…
That young man who was afraid to confess his love,
and carried in his heart what could not be contained.
The hardest wounds… are not the ones you can see.
A wound of the body… heals.
But a wound of the heart…
is a wound in time… that never heals.
Whoever has lived a love… even for one year…
will understand Soren's bitterness.
But the truth is…
Soren… died a long time ago.
And the one speaking to you now…
is only his second version…
a version that returned from its own funeral…
a version into whose heart darkness sank its fangs… without mercy.
I am no longer Soren…
Nor am I Shinigami…
I am something between the two…
something that has no name… except for those who have lived this pain.
I wrote this story to you…
through the pen of "1Shinigami1"…
Not to impress…
but to bury… what was never buried.
There is a wise saying:
"Surround yourself with people you are proud of…
when you cry, do not hide your tears from them."
Meaning…
be with someone who, if you cry in front of them,
does not tell you "shame" or "stop",
but helps you cry…
and lets you rest your head on their shoulder.
Soren…
never had that person.
And after Lyra's departure…
he closed his heart…
and decided to build her a shrine…
within this story.
And if you doubt my words…
Look at your heart now.
If it hurts…
Then you did not read a story…
you lived it.
My message to everyone who has a "Lyra" in their life:
Do not lose her.
True love… in this time…
is a rare currency.
It is not easy to find someone who truly loves you…
and if you lose her…
You did not just lose a person…
you lost yourself.
You have seen Soren…
how deeply he loved Lyra.
And after she left…
he left with her.
And nothing remained…
except "Shinigami".
Author's Message — (1Shinigami1)
Physical pain… no matter how strong,
remains a wound on the body… and it heals.
But the pain of loss…
is a wound in time… that never heals.
So who heals the wound of the heart?
And who brings back what fate has taken?
When the heart's endurance breaks…
darkness sinks its fangs…
and a battle begins…
one that no one sees.
You may see a person smiling…
and telling you: "I'm fine."
But behind every "I'm fine"…
a thousand thoughts are fighting… in silence.
With my regards…
The Author
(Surigami)