Hyuna, there's something I need to confess. She was secretly rehearsing her death every night. And I knew, but pretended not to. Maybe I wasn't as desperate for her. I know my love was different from yours. But it was love, too. Who could really blame me? If you'd seen the look on her face, you wouldn't be able to judge me either.
You've been running away from the very beginning. Not once did you face your real feelings. Did clinging to some noble cause or sense of justice ever really fix anything? But what came of it? A meaningless death. And even if we'd been granted freedom, we'd have still felt alone - because humans are the root of all this pain. We're creatures who can't seem to love without exploiting.           
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