Love Him or Kill Him?

Female perspective I am Song Youmi. After killing my husband, I found an amnesiac man who looked very much like him. I lied to him and said he was Saarikuru—my husband. From then on, I guarded this person who built a home with lies and fear. I wanted to use him to bring me back to life, but I knew that he just lost his memory. He would always think of it. Whenever I looked at this familiar face, it was like holding a piece of ice that could melt at any time. So I could only tell him "I love him" with false and empty words again and again, and use false love to build a cage that belongs to us. Male perspective: My name is Saarikuru. After losing my memory, Song Youmei was my only light. She always said she loved me very much, but her fingertips were always trembling and her eyes were hidden and evasive. She never told me about her memories of him and me. Whenever I asked about it, she would tell me in a relieved tone, "You will remember it." I was greedy for the warmth of being loved, but I was stung by her secret. It wasn't until the memory fragments pieced together the truth that I realized that the person I loved so much had used lies to trap me into the shadow of her dead husband, and she had never loved "me".