Love in False Illusion

PROLOGUE:

All my life I had never been able to look at my own reflection. I kept myself into living in a world made by my own illusions. I have always been contented with the kind of treatment the world is giving me. And maybe that's the reason I am afraid to look at myself. Because if I do, I will just stab myself with regrets in what I have become. I will just slap myself with the pain of not knowing myself. And oh, the best part?

I have no choice but to live with it.

To live behind my own suffering of not becoming like the one she is.

To breath for the little space that has been left for me.

I am not the one they want.

I am not her.