I found that my love for you was an illusion. This kind of feeling is not love... But possessiveness, a feeling of caring carefully like a beloved toy...
I hate people talking to you because my toys can only be mine, mine alone?... Although I keep calling you my friend, best friend, and bestie, in my heart, I will not give you up to anyone, because you are mine.
Since when did my feelings for you become so twisted...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
