He suddenly appeared next to me, and I knew why. I'm not afraid of him, I trust him. Everyone was against our relationship, and we remained silent. No one can see him, but I love him.
I hate him, he doesn't talk. If I secretly throw the medicine off the balcony, he will be angry. The stories he wrote are very beautiful, but they all bear our names. He wants to leave me, he doesn't want me.
What did he come for? He doesn't love me. No, he loves me too much.
I know that he is just a person imagined by a psychopath, but he exists so real in my world, but no one can see him, but he must exist because of his love and because of my love.
Intention: He will definitely love me in the world that belongs to us alone