After everything you've told me, I believed you, Mom. But ever since I found out your words were lies, I couldn't believe what I was saying. You don't know... You and dad never listened to me. Now you don't even have a grave. Do I have to kill this love that hurts my heart like I killed you?
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I had decided not to attach any meaning to anything I saw in his eyes anymore, but I had failed again. There was so much chaos in his eyes that I fell into that chaos too. Wasn't it obvious from the beginning that we would be in this situation? Why were we running around hugging each other and then trying to kill each other? It was a metaphor, but I was still afraid that one day everything I thought would come true.
