Yes, I had to take responsibility. That thought consumed me like a command from a higher power. I couldn’t even remember how I escaped the main tower.
They say tragedies stem from misguided desires. Since I was ten, my life had resembled a sunset, staining the world a deep crimson. I never harbored any resentment; this burden was mine alone to bear. But regret—regret was a constant companion, just as it was today.
I shouldn’t have fled just to save myself. If I was going to escape, I should have done it alone, without pleading for my mother to join me. At ten, I hadn’t realized that my siblings needed her too. No—if I’m being honest, I did know but chose to ignore it. I was just a child myself.
Yet, no amount of repentance could change the past. All I could do was care for my siblings as best I could.
