It turns out that in the end, I was just his substitute. So, should I leave now?
If I leave, don't come to me again, because since you can't give me the love I want, don't always give me hope and despair in the end.
The warmth I want is not the warmth of the blood splashed on my body every time I kill someone, but a simple hug from you.
I would leave and go back to my old life. Thank you for giving me ten years of stable life.
I'm leaving now. After I leave, please don't come to me again.