Coming to the End

What role I play in love doesn't matter. If it's love, why should gender matter?

Life is a movie. Life and death, partings and reunions, love and hate: everything is dictated by the script. Fate is the script, the gods are the directors, and the actors are no more than wind, dew, rain, and snow, sent down to the world at their whim.

I met her, and she met me. It was all meant to be. Who falls in love with whom, who deceives whom, and what sort of ending can that bring?

I once loved that person so deeply. But it turned out happiness was only a dream, and from beginning to end, I was the only one lost in it.

The feeling is humiliating.

All the pride I lost, I still can't reclaim from her.

Then I'll just have to reclaim it from someone else.

Anyone who falls in love with me is destined to suffer.

I got together with you only to take my pleasure from you.

Once I've taken all your happiness, all you'll have left is pain.

All I have to do is apologize, and I can walk away unscathed.

The sad thing is, you chose all of this yourself.

I never forced you.

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