DISCLAIMER: I do not own Vocaloid or the book cover used.
It was so unfair.
I loved him. I loved him dearly. I couldn't live without him. But why didn't he love me back? Was it because he couldn't feel what I felt? Was it because he felt nervous around me? Was it because of his family's rules? Here I was, shaking him for an answer just as he was about to leave the room where we spent our first night full of passion together. I was not his first, but I certainly demanded to be his last. His face spoke the words – I'm sorry, I pity you, I don't love you, Please forgive me.
It was another woman.
He claimed he couldn't love anyone more. Her messy, auburn hair that never failed to tickle his skin, her flawless, porcelain skin that proved the second time he had ever touched a girl. I was surely his first. We were childhood sweethearts. The effort I contributed to see him everyday for rehearsals, the number of lives I took just to make sure he loved me back. It was not enough.
In my world, I was a beautiful girl with no troubles. I had a happy love life, I was wealthy and everyone liked me. He was the prince charming who fell in love with me and I returned his feelings. I had already worked so hard to eliminate all the obstacles that hindered our love. But why didn't he love me back? I was a perfectionist and everything had to go my way. I could see my bright future with him, me wearing my white dress and my late mother's pearls as I walked down the aisle and put my hand in his. Everything was in my vision and surely enough, everything went as planned.
He told me he loved another woman. But the other woman did not exist in my visions. I had a dilemma. Whether or not it was my reality or his reality, she was an obstacle that needed to be rid of right away.
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