Synopsis

HehatedeverythingIwas,butIsearchedforaffectionineverycruelglancehegaveme.“ThereweresomanythingsIwantedtosaytoyou,butevenwritingthemfeelsimpossible.BecauseIknowthatifIweretoputdownthewordsIkeepinmyheart,you'donlysayit'snatural,afterall,I’mjustastupid,self-centeredperson,likeyouoftensaid.ButI'mnot.Andthat’swhyIwon’tbaremyhearttosomeonewhonevertrulyknewme.Because...youwouldn’ttrustthesincerityofastranger.Right?ButIdid.YouwerethestrangerwhosesincerityIbelievedin.SoI’msteppingawayfrombeingthepersonwhoembodieseverythingyouhate—becauseIhatethosethingstoo.Maybeinanotherlife,I’llgettotellyouwhoIreallyam.”