“I can’t be who you want me to be,” he said, taking her belongings, ready to leave.
“But I love you. You love me too.” He was so naive and not mature enough even for his years to understand how love worked.
“You still don’t understand. You’re suffocating me,” she said, tears dropping from her face
In his own world, he lived
She moved back to her apartment. No cage, no him ‘loving.’ It took some time to feel free again. But one morning she woke up with this piercing feeling. She scratched her right shoulder-blade, feeling something pressing through.
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