After discarding empty packages in the trash bin, Rina sat down on the bench again and sighed internally.

What should she do now?

Where would she live?

Renting an own apartment?

No! It was impossible. She could not even talk to the clerk normally, so could she imagine negotiating a contract with a landlord?

What a joke!

What about staying with a friend?

'Hehe, what is a friend? Can you eat it? Is it tasty?'

What about her former colleagues? It was not too long ago since she had quit her job. Although it took almost two years before she was able to converse normally with some of her colleagues, Rina was also aware of how they perceived her. They all dumped their work on her, and as they saw that Rina managed to get it done on time, they gave her more and more. As Rina was very efficient at what she did, she ended up doing practically all the work that four or five people would do, all by herself, until she finally quit her job.

So again... what about her former colleagues?

Rina shook her head to clear her mind of that thought.

Then what about going back home? Maybe if she grovelled at her father's feet, he would forgive her for ... whatever she had done wrong.

“Hehe, stupid Rina, save your dreams for sleep!”

She was positive that his fist would find its way to her face very quickly!

So, …

*Drip**Drip*

...with seemingly no way out...

*Drip**Drip**Drip*

…of her current situation...

*Drip**Drip**Drip**Drip*

…what else was left for her to do...

“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...”

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

...but to wail in despair?

And so she cried, her face tilted up to the sky, her eyes rolled in the back of her head, tears falling down to the ground like a waterfall, snot running from her broken nose to her mouth.

The emotions she had held in all these years burst out of her like a dam.

“...waaaaaaaaah...waaaaaaaaah...waaaaaaaaah...”

Ignoring all the eyes of the people around her she kept wailing, as if she had to get all the bad stuff out of her system.

The shame she suffered when people laughed at her.

The helplessness she endured when she could not even mutter a word when talking to strangers.

The physical pain she experienced when her father had hit her.

The regret she felt when she distanced herself from her sister.

The pain in her heart when her mother had blamed her for all the bad things.

And most of all, the hatred she felt for her entire existence.

Why could she not be like other people?

Why did she fall in love with her sister?

Why was she unable to make friends?

Why could she not converse normally with strangers as others could?

And why was there no one in the world, not even herself, who had loved her?

So she kept on crying... for hours... until dusk came.

“*sniff**sniff*”

Even then she was still sobbing, but at least she was calm enough to see that it was getting dark.

Usually when she was too stressed out or needed to settle down from a stressful event she would either firstly, well, relieve herself while reading a smut novel, or secondly eat lots of food, or lastly escape into an imaginary world of a novel.

The first choice was, due to obvious reasons, currently out of the question.

The second was not viable for Rina either. Mostly, when she was eating, she had never had negative thoughts. Her mind was usually focused on stuffing her mouth with food after all. Today, however, eating had the opposite effect. One depressing thought after another poured into her head, as if there were no tomorrow. In the end, for the second time in her life, she even cried while eating.

Once, when she was nine years old, her father had punished her for a reason that she was no longer able to remember. He had forbidden her to eat for seven days. Halfway through when Rina could not endure her hunger any longer, her twin Nina gave Rina half of her food when her father was not looking. As Rina ate and thanked her sister with tears in her eyes, Nina wiped them away with her sleeve and comforted her in a soft, almost motherly voice.

"Rina, eat slowly, don't cry. Don't you know? If you eat and cry, you won't be able to eat when you grow up. So stop crying. You can do it later when I hug you.

Looking back at this memory she could not help but notice how mature her nine-year-old sister was at that time. Nevertheless, in Rina's heart, it was one of the fondest memories of her life, even though she was starving at the time. From that moment on, she never cried while eating again. Until today, that is.

So the only option left to her was the last one, to escape into an imaginary world.

She took out her phone and searched for a novel about her favourite subject: heroes.

As far as she could remember she had always looked up to them.

Those who are strong in body and mind and would always come to the rescue of those in need.

Those who give their all, even sacrificing their own bodies, to protect young children, asking only for their smiles in return.

Those who can bear any injury with a smile, so that those they protect behind their backs will never lose theirs.

And those who will never cry, so that those who look up to them will not despair.

But Rina did more than just admire them.

She aspired to be a hero herself.

She who was confident in her mental strength because she had managed to live through her life so far.

She who took all the blows from her father to keep him from targeting her twin.

She who could smile even with a broken nose.

Were it not for that last fact, she would have all the qualities needed to be a hero. It was just those tears,

'They just don't stop flowing.'