If you compare love to a piece of cake, would you eat it in one bite or hold it high until it melts into cream and drips to the ground.

Everyone has a slightly different definition of liking, but deep down there is one thing in common, and that is possession.

You can't tolerate someone snatching your cake and you can't tolerate someone spilling on your cake.

If so, perhaps this liking has become a pathology.

……

The girl dreamed.

Dreams are messy.

She felt déjà vu in her dreams, and she seemed to have experienced something different.

In her dreams, she was like a puppet with a thread, and her thoughts were always one step slower.

There was a sudden flickering outside the window, accompanied by a loud rumbling sound close at hand, and the rain smashed desperately on the glass window, neither crisp nor dull.

The girl subconsciously looked towards the door, and there was indeed a bloodshot eye in the crack of the door.

But the next time the white light flickered, the door was tightly closed.

The next day after school, she bought a fruit knife, hid it in her school bag and brought it home, the knife had a sharp tip.

One evening, more than a month later, there will be a lot of blood flowing on the floor of the house.

The girl took the knife and looked at her stepfather, who had been stabbed dozens of times on the ground with his back to her, and her mother, who was sitting by the wall as if she had lost her mind.

She realized it later.

It's a dream.

Cross out.

……

The weather in April is still a little cool, the dark clouds in the sky are getting denser, it is going to rain at night, the girl is a little sad, there is no home.

She looked down at her feet, one shoe had run off, and the sole of her right foot was covered with dust, but fortunately the road was mostly asphalt, and the soles of her feet hurt but not scratched.

She sighed softly, where would she stay at night?

"Hello, do you need help?"

The girl's voice was so familiar.

She looked up at the hesitant teenager and didn't speak.

"Are you waiting for someone? It's raining heavily. ”

The boy walked up to her and crouched down.

Yes, it's raining hard, and if there is thunder, what should I do?

"The umbrella is for you, go back early."

The boy left a back, and a black folding umbrella.

Then he never came back.

Actually, she also left.

Not long after the boy left, a cheap-looking family car was parked on the side of the road, and after the window was rolled down, a middle-aged man with glasses sat in the driver's seat.

She got into his car......

Wrong.

The boy came back later.

It's a dream.

Cross out.

……

The warm water trickled down the ends of the girl's hair and little face, and she couldn't open her eyes even if she closed them.

Is it really raining?

But why isn't the rain cold?

She took a step back, wiped the warm water off her face, and saw the strange and familiar bathroom.

In the mirror, she didn't have a strand of her long wet hair clinging to her body.

The crescent-white sink in front of the mirror was slightly yellowed, and in the corner on the other side of the mirror was the white bubble dress she had taken off.

She remembered that the boy had taken her home, and she was now taking a shower.

The opaque jade glass door was suddenly knocked on, and the girl hurriedly turned off the sprinkler, shrunk and looked at the door a little nervously.

The bathroom door is locked, and he only needs to pull the glass door lightly to open it, if he comes in now...

"I've left my clothes at the door."

The boy's footsteps faded away, and the girl breathed a sigh of relief.

However, she didn't need to be nervous, she didn't plan to clean up when she went home with him anyway.

The girl turned on the sprinkler and gently wiped her clean body, her heart was like ashes.

But he smells pretty good, and he can't escape today anyway, so it's not too much of a loss to him.

After she took a shower, she hid in the bathroom and stretched out her little hand to bring in the white shirt hanging at the door.

But the clothes were too big.

She wrapped her hair in a white towel and wrapped a bath towel around her body before walking out of the bathroom.

When the boy went to take a bath, the girl leaned back on the sofa and closed her eyes.

If she fell asleep, wouldn't she feel pain?

She fell asleep slowly, but it didn't seem to be asleep.

She is like a lamb to the slaughter.

I don't know how long it took, but the bathroom door clicked.

The boy approached, and he stopped there as if to look at her.

After the meeting, he gently picked her up and walked towards the bedroom.

The girl woke up the moment he picked her up, but she didn't resist in the slightest, she had already resigned herself to her fate.

The boy gently laid her on the bed and pulled the thin quilt over her.

"Tsk."

She closed her eyes, but she knew that the boy was watching her.

The room suddenly went dark, the boy left the bedroom, and the girl silently opened her eyes.

Doesn't he touch her, because he is afraid that she will not be clean?

I waited for another half hour, but I didn't see the boy come in.

Suddenly there was thunder outside the window, and the girl trembled slightly, and when the lightning did not light up again, she sat up from the bed.

She went to the living room and suggested that he sleep with him, but he seemed too sleepy to understand what she meant.

The girl frowned, took off the bath towel, and slipped into his arms.

He made her unclean.

In the days that followed, he begged every day, and the relationship did not last long.

He was tired of her body, and so was she.

Deals without emotion were the least reliable, and she walked away.

But she still didn't know anything, she crouched on the side of the road.

"Hello, do you need help?"

This time the voice was no longer familiar to her.

She looked up and saw a strange and obscene face, and the malice in his eyes chilled her.

But it doesn't matter, she's not clean anyway.

She followed him away......

Wrong wrong.

There was an electric flash outside the window that night, and he didn't touch her.

He fell asleep with her in his arms, and she smelled his body, and it was rare to sleep peacefully.

It's a dream.

Cross out.

……

The girl wore a slip dress embroidered with florals of various sizes, and the pink suspender belt with a white collarbone slipped slightly.

She was lying on the couch bored, holding a pillow on her chest, her calves bent and raised up, swinging gently.

In front of her was a stack of white paper full of stories, on which the story of the boy and her was recorded.

in the form of.

The end of the story is in the cinema, he holds her little hand, even if the palm of the hand is sweaty, he is unwilling to let go.

But the story is over.

She hugged the pillow in boredom and buried her little head in it.

The pillow smells of a teenager, and he sleeps on the couch all night.

He doesn't touch her.

She was a little happy and a little unhappy.

She sniffed him and slowly fell asleep.

The days ahead are really wonderful.

At the wedding scene, he hugged and kissed her, and the guests in the audience couldn't see their faces clearly, but she was very happy, and that was enough.

After marriage, he found that she actually had no sense of taste, but he was distressed, and he said that in the future, he would cook and she would wash the dishes.

Later, she gave birth to a big fat boy for him, and they lived their lives so plainly.

He's a pervert, and he likes to wash her feet when he's older.

It's disgusting.

However, he has always been very good to her.

She's really happy......

No, no, no, no.

She didn't fall asleep that day, and she saw another girl at the convenience store where he worked part-time.

The girl was tall, skinny, and beautiful.

How could she be so happy?

He's a liar.

It turns out that this is also a dream.

Reluctant to cross it out.

She slowly shed tears.

Why couldn't this dream last longer, she had forgotten the name of their child.

She sniffed.

The hot tears seemed to be real.

"Asakura?"

The girl opened her tear-soaked eyes and saw the young man's concerned face.

"You liar."

I can't stop crying.

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