“Can’t go.”

    It felt like all the moisture in my body was boiling.

    “You can’t… go anywhere.”

    I don’t know why I’m like this. I couldn’t control it, and it felt like I would go crazy if I didn’t spit it out.

    Emotions gradually turned into words and came out into the world.

    “You’re going to her, leaving me?”

    *

    Since childhood, I often had a delusion.

    Women fighting over me.

    Should I call it a catfight?

    The primal desire to possess me reverts the mindset of a civilized person to something primitive.

    Seeing someone captivated by intense emotions, acting childish and selfish.

    I didn’t know that delusion would become reality.

    But I really didn’t know that I would become the woman in the delusion…

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