Just a little bit of liking me, and all my cold, mad, and twisted illnesses will be cured.
Why do you only provoke, abandon me, and let me be consumed with illness, like wood approaching decay?
For his cruelty, he hates every single act he commits.
But he could not control the demon of loving her. Once he was hurt, like a beast, he wanted to destroy everything.
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In the dream, the young Felicia Sullivan sat on a white swing, the branches filled with lush, tender leaves, and the sunlight seeping through.
She recited the poem in the book, crossing the distant memories and becoming clear:
[If I leave you in the mountains, I will come back,
I will cross the tangled jungle, become a hundred birds, and return to your side...
If I drift away from you at sea, I will come back,
I will row through the raging waves, become a seagull and return to your side...
If I am lost in the grasslands, I will chase your footprints,
