The paper man boyfriend I wrote about came alive.
He is handsome, gentle, can cook, and can hand in his salary card.
But hidden inside him was a line that I deleted: "If she doesn't love me, I will destroy her."
I asked him: "Are you an angel or a devil now?"
He thought for a while: "When you love me, you are an angel. When you don't love me..."
"What is it?"
He smiled but said nothing.
Help, I feel like I wrote myself into a horror movie.
