Prisoner's Diary

Every day, I live very happily.

We hugged each other and licked each other's wounds.

I cut his messy long hair and shaved his beard.

Now in front of my eyes, he is no longer the beggar he was at the beginning.

It's a teenager in his 20s.

It turned out that he looked like this.

I like his face, it looks very comfortable and nostalgic.

My handcuffs were also removed.

Now I can move freely in this home.

But I never thought of running away.

This is already a part of my life, where can I go if I leave here?

I cook delicious meals for him and teach him how to use chopsticks.Instead of just eating some fruit to fill your stomach.

Although there is a bed to sleep in the next bedroom, I will still sleep with him in this dark cell at night.

In that cell, I could feel at ease.

I also haven't cleaned my body since the last time I took a shower.

It's not that there's no bathroom, it's that I don't want to.

I don't want his smell to go off me, it smells so sweet.

Sometimes, I hate myself too.

There will be such a day, to live without shame.

In a way, I lost.Lost to my own desire, lost to my own loneliness, lost to everything he gave me.

I stroke his face.

How nice it would be if you were the first thing you saw when you woke up and opened your eyes every day.

After listening to my words, there was no joy in his eyes.