“If I were an idiot, would you still love me?”
“If you really became an idiot, would you still fall in love with me?”
“Idiot…”
A chaotic scene, kissing, desire.
Why was I kissing a man? I tried to struggle, but was horrified to discover that my hands and feet were bound.
“You said you wouldn’t leave.”
Who was accusing me?
“You’re the one fooling around outside.” It was clearly my voice, but I wasn’t the one speaking.
Let’s go together?
Dead, everyone’s dead?
Who died in the towering flames, me or that strange man?
“An, I really have become an idiot. They removed my frontal lobe. Look…”
A bloody mass of brain tissue.
No, I’m not An. My name isn’t An.
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