I don't get him. 

Just when I had the chance to talk to him again, he pushed me away. 

But the look he had at that moment confuses me. 

Longing, wary— a mixed of certain emotions was seen on his face that I couldn't tell.

Why? 

Why? 

Why?

WHY? 

Why are you avoiding me? 

You're my only hope of escaping from this suffocating cage. 

And yet you're moving far away from me. 

You're the only one who can save me from this madness.

I'm going insane as time goes by in this shabby—suffocating cage. 

I haven't drawn the curtains for who knows how long. I've never bathed in the sun since. 

I'd rather die. 

Why did I even possessed this body? Inside this finished story?

For what purpose? 

Why take my previous life away and bring me in this tragic life? 

In what point did my life in this world began to tragically turn into now?

I hate it.