"Maya, it's time for us to go."
Margaret was carrying a suitcase in her hands, and behind her was the burning wooden house.
Under the blowing light of the fire and the evening breeze, her flowing blond hair looked even more dazzling, like spider threads in hell, trying to make people catch the ray of light that was floating down.
I quickly stepped forward and grabbed her extended hand.
I looked at her with a smile, and the corners of my mouth curved, "Okay, Mom."
The burning wooden house was the home we had been living in before.
Until I saw that man, he took me to see a different world. I no longer had to follow the rules. I could be spontaneous and not be abandoned. I would be tolerated, accepted, and even praised and appreciated.
"Maya, you don't have to be a good boy."
Such a sentence was like opening the key to Pandora's box. After all the suppressed things in my heart were released, I successfully became a different "Maya".
But I know that no matter what I look like, he will be with me behind me, where I can see him when I turn my head.
(This novel is written in the first person)
A very low sense of security and persistent, twisted and perverted female protagonist
Purpose: You only have one life, so of course you have to live it as you wish~
