I'm going to die! But in return, your life is over too. So, struggle through the pain! - Chapter 5

I thought Dad would come right away.

But he didn’t.

It wasn’t until evening that he finally showed up, and he came with Mom.

“You… What have you done?!”

“How could you do something like this…?”

The moment they saw me, both of them broke down in tears.
“I didn’t mean to kill him…”

I told them, sobbing, but…

“Enough! Stop lying! The police already told us everything. As a final act of mercy, I’ll get you the best lawyer I can. But once this is over, you are no longer my son.”

“I thought… maybe as a boy, you’d make some mistakes… but I was wrong. How could you kill someone? How am I supposed to face the other boy’s parents?”

“I swear, I didn’t mean to kill him!”

“Listen to me. If you don’t show remorse, this will only get worse. Right now, you need to take responsibility and reflect on what you’ve done. It’s the only way to reduce your punishment, even a little.”

“That’s right. Think long and hard about what you’ve done.”
And with that, they left.

I was taken to the detention center. They wouldn’t let me go home.

We spoiled him too much.

Now, there’s no way to fix this.

The party leader called me directly, informing me that I was losing my endorsement.

The chairman of my support group also resigned.

My son murdered someone in my district.

My political career is over.

On top of that, there’s the financial burden. The railway stoppage alone demands an enormous sum of money.

And then there’s the settlement with the victim’s family.
I don’t even know where to start.

We gathered all the money we could and went to meet the victim’s parents.

The moment we arrived, we fell to our knees, pressing our foreheads to the ground.

But…

“You think, as a fellow parent, I can forgive you?” the victim’s mother said.

“After everything your son did to torment mine, he killed him. Pushed him onto the tracks, where the train tore him apart. Do you understand? His body isn’t even intact anymore… Why? Why did my son deserve this? He never did anything wrong!”

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”

“Please, forgive us…”

“Forgive you? How could I possibly forgive you? Bring my son back… Bring him back to life!”

“…”

We couldn’t say anything.

“You can’t, can you? Then maybe your son should suffer the same way mine did. Let him die just like my son.”

“We’re sorry… Please forgive us…”

No matter how much we begged, forgiveness never came.