“So you want to go with her, is that it?”
He didn’t answer me.
That’s right. For Lucas, being taken away by Chloe would just be jumping from one cage into another.
But he didn’t know that he himself was a cage.
Dark and sunless, only suffering torment.
I just wanted Lucas to be a little happier.
In any case. I rarely saw him smile anymore
I put on the bear head I bought long ago to show him, and he frowned, asking what it was.
This is something we bought together a long, long time ago.
But you’ve forgotten, Lucas.
As the light shifted subtly, through the rising mist, I seemed to return to seven years ago.
Back then, you weren’t undercover. We bought this head at a night market.
You laughed that I looked like an idiot wearing it, and I kicked you.
You suddenly stopped laughing, then leaned over to kiss me.
So many, many things, you’ve forgotten them all, Lucas.
I looked at the person in front of me. The tofu was still simmering in the pot. I curled my lips and said to him,
“Smile for me, Lucas.”
His calm gaze fell on my face
face, but his words were cold.
Il smile for you when yo
you die in front of me.
fis like this again.
Lucas hates me, and his hatred is always unpredictable,
For example, he might be expressionless towards me one day, and the next day he might want to strangla me
Just like now, he suddenly started hating me again for no reason.
Usually, Lucas goes to bed very early.
I had finished writing his daily condition report and was about to sleep when it was already past midnight.
s to avoid waking him.
lights to
Lucas is also very sensitive to light when sleeping, so I usually don’t turn on the li
I held onto the wall while thinking about him.
His mood swings were getting bigger again, which was a sign of his condition worsening.
At times like this, he would usually imagine things that didn’t exist, driving himself crazy again.
I couldn’t give him more medicine, or the addiction he had barely suppressed would surface again. But the psychologist we had appointed, supposed to come tomorrow…
Before I could finish my thoughts, I was suddenly pulled into an embrace.
My eyes had adjusted to the dim light, so through the mottled moonlight, I could tell it wasn’t an intruder.
It was Lucas.
The man’s heavy breathing was right by my ear.
“Why aren’t you asleep yet?”
I tried to make my voice sound soothing, touching his hand, but he shook me off violently.
He gripped my wrist very tightly, holding me close.
His rough thumb brushed against my neck.
“Why did you inject me with drugs?”
