A woman grapples with her guilt over her younger sister's tragic death. Seeking closure, she returns to a rooftop where her sister fell to fulfill a promise she had made with her younger sister.

The night is cold but Surrounded by walls is safer than being with " so, cold in human being as friend ." Making friends online following " Asteria_g". Smile is full with fear , stretch of blood, fake emotion, trapped in some problems or phobia. ...

Walking above cloud is fun I suppose But having someone special beside Is Heart touching In reality being able to just walk Is more than escaping from the shackles of being cripple . Being bo...

Thanatos has stolen away someone very important to me. Someone who is my reason to live. He is seeing the God of Death even though he is ruled by Eros. The God of Death will lead him towards death. I’m caught between two choices… In life, we swing back and forth, joy to sadness, hope to despair....

"Do you know what liars get Mrs. Jean? They get sent to hell" He said

After the suicide of the characters from “an invitation from Thanatos”, the name of the god of death spread far and wide, appealing to those endeared to death as their salvation, including kuro who struggles with his emotions. After meeting a certain girl he’s shoved into making a decision betwe...

Thanatos... did not exist. He was just an old Greek legend. Those who believe in the existence of dumb myths like these need to open their eyes. That's all.

I don't want to fall in love anymore! I have enough with this! If only I don't know her, my life will be more easier. I want to end my life! "Hey, do you want to be my boyfriend?" Who is her suddenly appear in my life? What she want from me? What will happen with my life after this?

Mike becomes entranced by a girl with an uncanny resemblance to his first crush. As they share their deepest pains and hopes, they confront the fragility of life and the balance between joy and suffering. A heart-wrenching tale of love, loss, and the pursuit of beauty in a world marked by tragedy.

“Goodbye…” I heard a final whisper… A pair of black wings seemed to unravel behind her. The wings were blacker than the darkest woods, blacker than midnight, blacker than space itself…it was the color of death. I knew, the girl I’d loved so dearly, was the personification of death…but I was rea...