I suddenly came up with a story after hearing the lyric “Cruel, yet not without mercy” from the song “Siblings.”
But obviously, this story has nothing to do with the song. I just heard one lyric, twisted its meaning in every way, and haphazardly pieced together a terrible, misshapen story as awful as I am.
I kind of like writing this sort of nonsense that’s under ten thousand words, or even under five thousand. It’s so cathartic. The joy of ending things early and getting it over with is beyond words.
To sum up this story in one sentence: Just make do. That’s good enough.
I guess the values are pretty messed up, right? I think so.
Theme: Love and marriage in the real world.
Is it the author's experience? . .
I felt a little uncomfortable watching it and wanted to cry, but I couldn't say anything. Sure enough, I'd rather just be a lonely widow without love. T T
Keep the claws, but can't say anything. Because I have never experienced love or marriage, I shouldn't judge other people's love.