he killed his lover

He saw his brother for the first time on an evening in early spring.

At that time, he was locked in an empty confessional because he had lost Sister Maria's favorite silver fork.

Sister Maria said he needed to repent.

But he didn't know what he was going to confess.

The iron-gray retro clock swung its pendulum, ticking and ticking.

Once, twice.

He closed his eyes and crossed himself on his chest.

It would be nice if Ferro died.

He took my food and threw the silver fork into the pigeon coop.

Three times, four times.

Please God let Sister Maria die too, she had an affair with that phony businessman.They had sex/love like a beast every time in the shed behind the garden.

Five times, six times.

I am starving.

It would be nice if there was something to eat.

Seven times, eight times.

He put his hands down and stared into the darkness, not afraid, but lonely.

Nine times, ten times.

A person appeared in the light and took him gently in his arms.

This was the first time he saw his brother.

My brother never left after that.

He called him brother, because Linada had told him once.She had a brother before.My brother would hug her to comfort her when she was crying, pick the most beautiful flowers for her, and share half of the bread with her when eating.

He thinks this is his brother.

The gorse in the yard has released light-colored buds, trembling on the branches.

The elder brother has gorse-like blond hair, a warm and gentle voice like the wind, and blue eyes flashing the sky he can't see.

The sky outside must be like this too.

He would think so as he lay on his brother's lap, his curled back gradually stretched under the gentle touch.

A gentle and clear sky, no dark and empty confessional, no hard clocks, no always cold words and disgusted or pitiful faces.

They'd always looked at him that way before.

Many people are.

Kiss him on the cheek when you meet him for the first time, marvel at his beauty, give him nice candies or toys.

Then he shook his head and sighed because of his indifference and indifference, and turned to leave.

He doesn't like candy, and toys are quickly snatched away by other children.

He knew what this place was like from a young age.

Many children came and went, with beautiful fake smiles on their faces, well-behaved and docile.

Every Wednesday afternoon, I take off the dirty gray clothes and put on clean skirts and coats.Smiling faces and playful play in that dollhouse locked away the rest of the time.

People outside pointed at them through the glass, as if watching a group of monkeys or toads.

Then those children who are considered the most beautiful and cutest will be taken away and have new parents.

Some of them came back soon, and some never came back.

He doesn't like them at all.

But brother is different.

His brother was the only one who made him feel no disgust when he laughed.

He liked the way his brother rolled his eyes when he smiled at him.

At this time, no matter what request he made, he would be satisfied.

Whether it's a kiss or a more intimate hug, it's fine.

In fact, the elder brother never rejected him.

He no longer took the time to listen to Linada's complaints, even though she had been the only kid here willing to talk to him before.

The best brother in the world was his, he thought proudly.

After my brother came, everything changed.

Never go hungry again, never be beaten and scolded again.

Philo's leg was broken by the chandelier, and even the deceptive face was scratched.Even his brain seems to be broken, and he yells in fear when he sees everyone:

"demon!"

Obviously he is the devil, isn't he?

Bad boys are punished by God.

From then on, when he took a nap, no one would throw stones at him again.

Sister Maria also disappeared because she was caught having an affair.

She must have been kicked out, he thought.

Just like she threatened him before.

Driven out to a place without food, drink or sleep.

That period of time was the happiest time for him, and he thought that he and his brother would be like this for the rest of their lives.

But the biggest shortcoming of human beings is that they often think they have everything under control.

Neither time nor the future.

He was adopted.

It was a very nice looking couple.The man was dressed neatly, with a top hat.The woman's skirt is covered with intricate patterns.

The woman hugged him lovingly, kissed him, and called him baby.

He struggled to run into the room, threw himself into his brother's arms, and cried that he didn't want to go.

The elder brother still comforted him gently, saying that it doesn't matter, they will never be separated.

He didn't know what his brother had done, but they left the place where he had been held for six years together.

When he could no longer see the familiar black spire from the car window, a thrill of freedom overwhelmed his brain.

They lived in a man and a woman's house, which was a very beautiful little villa.

Men and women have no children, but there are many children's toys in the villa.

The woman said it was specially prepared for him.

Although old, he still had a lot of fun.

They were good to him, both in food and clothing.He attended the local community school, where no one knew him or his past.

He gradually had many friends.

The older brother appeared less and less often.

Until one day, my brother said goodbye to him.

He cried and asked his brother not to leave, but his brother said that he was no longer needed.

The elder brother disappeared the next day, and he searched the entire villa but could not find it.

If he just forgot about his brother, it would probably be a good fairy tale.

But no one is willing to tell him fairy tales except his brother.

He has more and more suitors at school, and those little girls with pigtails send him love letters full of typos with blushing faces.

Where he couldn't see, the man was staring at him longer and longer.

Until one day, the woman gave him a beautiful off-the-shoulder dress.

"Skirts are for girls, Mom," he joked, laughing.

"Our baby is so beautiful, she must look good in anything. Can I show my mother?"

He had to put on that dress.

He didn't want his mother to be unhappy.

For this reason, he would rather put on that dress and show the fake smile that he has ever hated the most.

That day, after the man came back, he stared at him for a long time.

Then all his men's clothing disappeared, except for the skirt.

He resisted, but was defeated by the woman's begging.

Only when he puts on a skirt will he be held tenderly in the arms of a woman.

"I once had a daughter who had hair as blond as yours and eyes like the most precious diamonds. I would have given her everything I had. She would love nothing more than to call me mamma on my chest like this."

The woman's eyes filled with tears.

"Mom." He called softly, in a boy's voice.

"No, it's not like that!"

The woman slammed him to the ground, cursing loudly and beating everything she could get her hands on.

He knelt powerlessly on the ground.The broken vase cut his skin, bleeding red.

Mom lied, she obviously didn't like blonde hair.

He didn't cry, but licked his bleeding palm.

What should my sister be like?

She should have tan hair, eyes of the same shade.

The gentle brown is mixed with a little gray, which looks like beautiful glass marbles in the sun.

She likes to wear skirts, is delicate and weak, and likes to lie in people's arms and act like a baby.

Her voice was thin and sweet.

If there is a younger sister, my mother will be happy too.

The younger sister in the skirt turned out from the back of the closet the next day and gave him a sweet smile.

His sister took all his dresses.

He can go back to normal clothes.

The younger sister likes to nest on her mother's chest and act like a baby, her voice is very thin and sweet.

Mom is very happy.

The whole family was full of joy because of the arrival of my sister.

Dad also likes sister very much.

He would put his arms around his sister, stroking the smooth skin on her calves and waist.

At this time, his breathing will become very heavy.

My sister doesn't like that man.

She said it reminded her of the cheating nun Maria.

She used various reasons to avoid getting close to the man, but the man stared at her for longer and longer, and his eyes became more and more crazy.

Until one day he forcefully took his sister into the bedroom, ignored her resistance, and kissed her lips like cherry blossoms.

My sister didn't tell me what happened later.

But since that day, the sincere smile on her face has become less and less.

My sister said she hated them, why didn't God let them die?

I don't hate them.

But I like my sister.

So I put the clock on my ear, listened carefully to the beating of the pointer, and made the sign of the cross on my chest.

Once, twice.

Let mom die.

Three times, four times.

Let Dad die.

Five times, six times.

Let this villa be destroyed.

God heard my prayers and things happened quickly.

This is not surprising.

I knew from the age of five that He would obey all my wishes.

After all, I am His most devout believer.

The villa caught fire, a big fire, but Mom and Dad didn't know it.

They had been sleeping, and even the smoke and the sound of fire trucks failed to wake them up.

The sister didn't leave, she hid in the closet, along with her dress.

She had a good laugh.

He stood in the courtyard and watched the villa slowly disappear, just as he had seen it through the car window when he left the orphanage when he was eight years old.

At the age of 12, he lost his brother and sister, as well as the father and mother whom he called out.

He had to admit that he might be doomed to be alone all his life.

Not wanting to return to the place that had imprisoned him for eight years, he supported himself by doing odd jobs in a darkened cubicle.

He lives in a cheap shared house, working day and night for a meager salary to support the rent and bread.

It is especially vulnerable when you are too tired to go home.

It would be great if someone could be with him at this time, he thought.

After being scolded again, he rushed out of the shop, huddled under the eaves in the freezing rain, and saw the man when he looked up.

That day the man stood in the rain and held up an umbrella for him in the middle of the night.

After dawn, the man stayed by his side, wiped away his tears, and took him to a bakery with recruitment signs.

He got a new job.

The shopkeeper here is much better than before, and he can get cheap bread for breakfast.

The previous store seems to have been transferred, and it is said that the owner of the store had an accident.

He relieved his hatred somewhat, but felt a little bored at the same time.

Knowing that he has a face that people like, his job becomes easier.

It seemed that after confirming that he was capable of earning a living, the man also disappeared.

During his time, a woman with fake pearls in a bakery suggested he go to a college.

He went.

When he thought about it later, he still felt that this was the most correct thing he had ever done in his life.

There he met his Cupid.

The naughty Venus pierced his heart with an arrow.

Cupid has the same brown eyes and soft black hair as his sister.

Cupid, who is as gentle as his elder brother, has a soft voice, and when he gets close to him, his face will be covered with a beautiful crimson color.

Falling in love is easy, and far easier with one person than with two.

His Cupid doesn't like him.

When he realized this, blood flowed from his heart pierced by the arrow of love.

He gave him everything he could, with that bleeding heart.

But the proud little Cupid was dismissive.

The blood flowing from the heart was stained with filth, sticking to an indistinct black.

Cupid is in love with a girl.

He almost went crazy when he heard the news.

He rushed to the clock face to make a wish, not even listening to the sound of the second hand.

Let that girl die.

Let that girl die.

Let that girl die.

He traced on his chest with trembling fingers.

God heard his prayer again.

But the Almighty God made a mistake this time, and his kind Cupid shielded the girl behind him when the bullets flew.

Bright red blood flowed out amidst the girl's screams.

So his Cupid lay on the ground cold and never spoke to him again.

Why is this so?

He couldn't believe it at all.

He cried like a child, and he felt that his god had deceived him.

He killed his lover.

That is obviously such a gentle and lovely person.

He shut himself in the room without turning on the light.

Just listening carefully to the sound of the clock, time and time again.

Neither fast nor slow.

Just like things in life that catch you off guard, they always happen one by one.

As he counted to ten, the room lit up.

His cupid appeared from behind him and put his arms around his waist gently.

He laughed.

He has a Cupid whom he loves deeply and who loves him deeply.

The rain in early autumn condensed on the cold stone poles, crystal clear and beautiful, but when the wind blew, it fell to the ground and disappeared.

They are tired of being together all day long, going to the library, attending classes, shopping, and swimming together.

Let this life go on.he thought so.

Just let me be with him.

But one day his mentor in social psychology suggested that he see a psychiatrist on the grounds that he needed to focus on his studies and not wallow in grief.

He went.

It was the stupidest decision he'd ever made in his life, and he still thinks so.

They talked late.

Sometimes people need fantasy, which can conceal the cruelty of reality, but it doesn't mean that people don't have to face it after the bubble of fantasy is punctured.

He came with Cupid, but disappeared when he left.

His lover has never been seen again.

It took him two months to get the prestigious psychiatrist to admit that he had indeed gotten rid of the split personality, and it took him several years to get his diploma in psychology.

It's simple, he knew from a young age that he was different.

He published his first psychology book and opened his first clinic.

He gently advises those in front of him suffering from depression:

"Stop your repression and face your desires. You could jump out of the window right now and fall to the ground in a bloody mess. But is that really what you want? Is it painful for you to be alive? Does death really mean liberation?"

He laughed.

"If you don't want to face it, then don't face it. Hide in your inner shell and imagine a hero coming to your rescue."

Sooner or later you will understand that only by striving to become a god can you save yourself by stepping on the blood on the ground.

He felt that the smile on the corner of his mouth was bitter.

He has become a bad god.

A truly good god will not agree to all the demands of believers, no matter how pious they are.

He felt more and more unable to suppress the restlessness in his heart, and the darkness that was barely hidden was about to move.

It was as if there was a bloodthirsty weapon hidden in his body.

He was born to kill, just as the sword was born to kill.

I don't want to hurt others anymore.

He knew that the bad guys deserved what they deserved.

But, the bad guy really doesn't want to be alone either.

When the gorse was budding again, he was sent to this remote nursing home.

If you can't hurt others, then hurt yourself.

He picked up the pen and made a promise to himself in his heart.

I hope that my body can sharpen the sharp edge of the sword.

If enough blood is shed, can a small flower bloom in that dirty and barren heart?

The author has something to say:

Cough cough, knock on the blackboard, girls who don't understand come here.

The protagonist is broken from the root, and he was sent to the nursing home because he didn't want to hurt others.

Each personality is an experience of the main character.

The elder brother is Joe, the younger sister is Rosa, the man holding the umbrella is Harlan, Cupid is Sewell, and Alex is the protagonist.

The protagonist constructs a second world in his heart, and all the characters are himself.

After completing a script, he will lose his previous memory and start over as Sewell.

Characters who deviate from the script will be killed and resurrected.

Probably this brain hole 2333 leave a message if you have any questions.

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"I don't fall in love with non-human beings"

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