The Price of Sainthood
The fragile soul

The originally confident footsteps slowly turned sultry after being far away from where Dante was standing. Her tears also shed as the fake smile faded. He couldn't look back. Moreover, turning around and running back there.

Alisha knew the young man was disappointed. It might even be destroyed. However, this is the only way to make Dante happy. With a little spice of lies and a pinch of sacrifice.

It may be as simple as this definition of happy for Alisha. It is by seeing the man happy. No matter who the young man lives with.

He realized, he and Dante are in love with each other. But their circumstances are not the same. The caste differences become a deep gulf between the two. Obviously, they can't be together.

If asked if he was sad?

The stuff is sure. All that was left of him now was a fragile soul. His heart was empty and empty. Like a body without life. Alisha is not even sure she can continue to live well without Dante next to her.

Then does he want to die?

The answer is certainly no. He is sane and still able to remember His Lord. Maybe in the future Alisha only needs a little change in the way she lives her life, namely by increasing her confidence and happy to enjoy the wound. Miris.

It'sit's okay. He was used to it.

I don't know where Alisha took her foot. He did not think about the direction of destination. The sound of the horn that was so loud successfully made him jerk. Followed by swear words that glided from someone's mouth behind the wheel with indignation.

Alisha doesn't care even if she's right in the middle of the road. Among dozens of vehicles that passed. He walked across the street without looking left. The scorching sun that burned the skin was no longer even felt. Slowly he began to move away from the road. Alisha continued to step up with a flat expression.

"Hi Neng's. Alone?" greet one of them.

Alisha simply shook her head, making the two young men look like they had come up from their seats and walked over.

"Beautiful! How are you alone?" The other one said hello again, but Alisha did not answer. It is like being in a different dimension, unaffected by anything around it. Making the two hoodlums frown in wonder.

Again the two looked at each other for a moment, then then nodded simultaneously. Like getting command, they moved simultaneously blocking Alisha's two arms. The girl seemed to wake up when she felt some pressure. Sure enough, two fierce-looking people were blocking him from the left and right sides.

His brain immediately worked quickly shouting a warning alarm. Panic soon spread, realizing that he was in danger.

"What the fuck? Off! Release me!" He screeches. With the movement of Alisha rebelled. However, what was her strength that was only a weak girl. His strength is not strong enough to fight. He was defeated in the confines of two strong young men who are now being crushed.

Like a cotton sack, Alisha's body was so easily dropped. On the grass he was helpless. Even his cries were not concerned about that. The weak mentality made him so easy to master. Until Alisha can only resign when one of them begins to overstress his body without mercy.

"Stop!" A shout was heard followed by the sound of a barrage of punches and screeches of pain. Alisha's body, which initially felt heavy by the pressure of the body, suddenly felt light following a pull. When he opened his eyes, he was made flabbergasted by two delinquents who were already sprawled.

Who has beaten them?