I have a brain tumor.
Five years ago, I woke up deep in the heroine's right temporal lobe. When she cries, I grow; when she is heartbroken, I divide. Her tears are my best nourishment, and her despair is my favorite delicacy.
She fell in love with a man who fed her with cold violence for five years. And I used her pain to grow myself to five centimeters.
The doctor said I had to be removed. The night before surgery, she said to me, "Thank you for hating him for me."
I said, "You're welcome. After I die, you will fall in love with him again."
She was silent all night.
The next day, she told the doctor: "The operation is cancelled."
From that day on, she and I began a cohabitation life that everyone thought was crazy.
She wants to live and I want to disappear. Between us, only one can live.
