I Hate Being the Heroine

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?”

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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…