A Living Hell

Eulalia was always afraid of the cold, but she died in the snowy winter. She was terrified of pain, yet she burned for two whole hours in the fire...

Percival’s face seemed frozen from the cold wind. Kneeling on the ground, he clutched her charred right wrist, his body trembling violently, repeatedly calling out her name, “Eulalia,” with tears mixing with the blood in his mouth and throat.

He remembered Eulalia once telling him that blood and tears in the mouth for too long taste bitter. He hadn’t believed her...but now, experiencing it himself, he found it unbearably bitter. This was the bitterness Eulalia endured for seven years.

No matter how many times he called, the woman lying on the ground wouldn’t respond.

Pulling back his hand bitten by the cat, Misty tumbled to the ground, exhausted. Its beautiful eyes were half-closed with a misty white layer, gasping weakly.