"Later I realized that I was just a corner of a storybook, and everything I experienced was given to me by the person who wrote it."
"If I had always been a character unaware of pain, merely a figure in the storybook, perhaps I wouldn't feel this unwillingness."
"But unexpectedly, I've developed my own thoughts, and the world of the story I inhabit is no longer just a simple storybook world. I can truly feel pain, maneuvering through their schemes yet unable to save myself, helpless. Those I believed sincerely cared for me turned out to be mere calculations in the end."
"I actually don't really understand; it was them who hurt me, and in the end, it was them who claimed to love me. Can someone truly love another while willing to hurt her?"
"If you love me, why not set me free?"
