Up until that day, exactly how many times had I hurt you? Now that I’ve finally noticed, there’s nothing I can say that matters anymore.
"Why do you think we came into this world separately? We used to be one. Our blood, our skin, our bones… They all came from the same place. So, why are our hearts so different?"
Favorite manga, yet the most depressive one and unfortunately unfinished…
Do you think I've gone mad? But I've always been like this.
Don’t go. Stay here. Look at me. Love me. Love me… only.
I’m a masochist when it comes to hurting my own feelings.