I returned home and picked out a knife.I didn’t want to wait any longer. If I was going to die either way, it seemed better to go on my own terms.After all, there was no one else at home, so I wouldn’t be disturbing anyone.Lying on the bed, I stared at the ceiling.I traced imaginary lines in the air with the knife in my hand and couldn’t help but laugh bitterly at myself.I had spent twenty years playing this game, always hoping for an escape.Time, when you looked at it closely, wasn’t all that long. It passed in the blink of an eye, like a needle through fabric.But it wasn’t short either. I had experienced so many unexpected events.I remembered when Mother remarried, and I was brought into a stranger's home. Peter had been the one to approach me first, making me trust him completely.For the first time, I felt I had someone to rely on in this world. With him, I could live freely, carelessly, and he always had my back.So, to repay that kindness, I did everyt
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