A gentle and guiding New Year's blessing
From the perspective of the protagonist/short story/Miscellaneous
Such as dependent climbing of vines, symbiosis and decay, decay and rebirth.
I couldn't live without my brother, I would die without him, it was an instinctive dependence.
But being near him makes me sick.
I hate the way he fakes a smile, I hate being talked about and compared with him, I hate that he has everything better than me...
I'm already so rotten that I can't tell whether I love it more or hate it more.
Concept: Love is the highest form of parasitism
