Hoarse

But he never would have imagined that the mysterious figure he hated so deeply for ambushing Lucille was, in fact, himself. "I can't face her... I can't..." Frank's face was filled with sorrow, and even his voice had become hoarse. At that moment, when the truth came out, he realized just how despicable he had been. The person he had been obsessively searching for, the one who had harmed Lucille, turned out to be him. The one responsible for her death was none other than himself. Having committed such a heinous act, he could not possibly forgive himself. He had no idea how he could ever face Lucille again. Frank clutched his chest, feeling as if it had been torn in two. The searing pain in his heart felt like it was being ripped apart, raw and bleeding. Seeing this, the old priest casually remarked, "I told you to reconsider your wish, but you insisted on not listening. Now that you know the truth and understand the root of your obsession, doesn’t it hurt more?" Raising an eyebrow, the