This story is on hiatus. I've marked it as complete for now, and may come back to fill in this short story when I get the chance.
Short story | Revamping an old abandoned project | First person | Healing | Focus on personal growth, with little romance
When I was seventeen, I met someone.
He was strange. He always found me whenever I hit a low point and said things to comfort me. But sometimes he would speak cruelly and say, “Why not just die? We're all going to die sooner or later anyway.”
He knew my birthday, my past, my future, everything about me.
He said he was my lover.
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“Fate is an island in a circular current.” - From the internet.
Theme: Save yourself.
