If he left, I would definitely hate him.
How strange that I once loved him so much that I was willing to hold my soul in front of him as a sacrifice. No matter how excessive he was, I never complained against him. I never hated him. I dare not expect him to really love me. But now, knowing that he is... Knowing that he and I... Know that he..., I can no longer control my possessiveness.
He is mine and mine only. Always mine.
Even death cannot separate us.
Concept: Love is a terrible thing.