A dark and pessimistic short story. "Anyway, I killed one person." I really am not here to spread negative energy... This story is half true and half false. I originally wanted to learn from Bref, but I ended up writing it wrongly. I'm sorry. All in all, it would be great if someone understands this weakness. I can understand it even if it is unreasonable. You are not her, and you will not be her. What I hope is to be mature and confident enough to protect her.