He thought that he was his own little strawberry, just like the defective and rotten little strawberry that his brother left on the plate when he was a child. But he was wrong. He was the perfect and fresh strawberry on the plate. He was the bubble of soap foam. At first glance, it looked colorful, but it couldn't withstand a finger. He was the cold current on the ocean coast that took away the only remaining warmth from me when it passed by.
Intention: sadomasochism
