The door of the bedroom opened gently and closed again.
Locked in the loneliness and desolation of a room.
The man lying on his side slowly opened his eyes.
He placed his palm against his heart and moved his lips, but his voice was inaudible.
The eyelashes trembled twice, and the warm liquid fell on the pillow.
"Some addictions cannot be given up no matter what. You said that, right? Suwen."
You are the addiction that I am obsessed with and want to keep in this life.
My wish has always been simple. Live your life freely with the person you love. Later, I no longer liked you, and I lost even more freedom. That can only be my wish.
Conception: