[Preface] Shadow's words
Before starting this story, I want to tell you one thing:
What you are about to read now are words written by a dead me. That me really existed between 2012 and 2016. She is sensitive, persistent, full of longing, and full of fear. She planted a person into her heart, and then spent three years watching the seed sprout, grow, and finally wither. Who I am? I am the person she will be when she grows up. More sober and cruel. I will appear at any time in this story to interrupt her, remind her, and tell her the truth. Because I have to reclaim the fragmented self that I once was.
There is another woman in this story. Her name is R. But please remember: she is not the protagonist. Her role will not exceed 30%. Because - this story was never about her. This is a story about how a girl planted another person in her heart, and how she dug herself out over the long years. Now, let's go back to the fall of 2014. The girl is still alive. She doesn't know yet what will happen in the next year and a half.
Intent: A three-year history of looking up and recycling