He had always been the cruel party in this relationship.

For ten years, that person stood before him and said he loved him, but he never even bothered to look.

He always assumed they had enough time. After already spending ten years together, dragging it out meant they would probably last a lifetime.

He knew the other person’s obsession was too deep. The idea of letting go was simply laughable.

But when that person finally did let go, the long awaited freedom tasted less sweet than he had imagined.

Letting go is an exceptionally difficult thing.

When living has already become a particularly agonizing matter,

one must eventually choose death.

But was it a malicious joke by the God of Death,

or a benevolent oversight? Was the obsession too heavy,

or the resentment too deep?

If there were tens of thousands of ways to meet a terrible end,

the one he experienced was absolutely the most creative and the most vicious.

By the time his initial reluctance morphed into silence,

his heartbreak became numbness,

his feelings of being wronged turned into self mockery,

and his jealousy evolved into surrender and submission,

some subtle changes unexpectedly began to occur.