"As long as you like it, there's nothing that can't be done..."
"You can play however you want, if it leads to your demise, I'll take the blame..."
"As long as you're happy..."
The man's words echoed repeatedly in her ears, deep and domineering, arrogant and unstoppable, just like he spoke long ago.
These words passed through time, through space, whispering persistently in her ears. Long ago, he granted her the right to be indulgent and willful.
Leaning against his chest, his breath was warm and safe, his embrace beguiling. But why did her heart feel so restless? He said he loved her, loved her so deeply that anything else seemed weightless in comparison. Yet she couldn't overcome the barrier in her heart. If indeed other men had left marks on her, how could she face him, this flawed version of herself that even she despised? How could she face him? Even the deepest love couldn't withstand the shame of facing him...
