Love is an instinct, either you are born with it or you never will.
——"Love in the Time of Cholera"
She felt that the distance between her and him was too close, but he felt that the gap between them was too far and uneasy.
"Then why? Why did Yoshino-senpai—" he said with difficulty, spitting out a string of bubbles like a drowning man.
Forgive again and again, show favoritism again and again, and crush him again and again.
She seemed completely unaware of his emotions and smiled mischievously: "It's sympathy."
"Sympathy?" He repeated in disbelief, the simple words pulled out of his belly, almost painfully making him gasp.
"I feel the same way, so to speak." She shrugged pretending to be relaxed: "In some ways, I am the same as you."
Same as you.
Just as lonely.
I don't like life, I don't like myself, and I can't tolerate others.
There are always a few people in the world who want everything from life, but cannot accept the stupidity and roughness of life.
So, can I get you?
Intention: What teaches you to love will be——