I held the helmet with both hands, holding my huge and almost ridiculous head, and cried in the helmet.
It started with sobbing, then yelling, and finally, I was crying at the top of my lungs.
My mouth that was scratched by the fried chicken was inflamed. Those white ulcers, the pain that spread into my throat, and those unspeakable hesitating feelings that I could never speak, all reminded me over and over again.
When I was in my twenties, in the prime of my life, I couldn't love but couldn't get it.
[Identity V fan fiction, Jack the clown, Mike the acrobat, Margaret the dancer, fan creations OOC light spray]
Intention: The fifth personality is activated