Vermilion

I thought she died.

When I suddenly realized she doesn’t live in my head anymore, I thought I was finally free.

But she didn’t die. She just left me for some time to go through a lot of things in her life. She became stronger and smarter, more beautiful and more experienced. And she came back to my head to laugh at me again and demonstrate her perfect life that I cannot build up myself.

I wish she died.