I hate it so much, I hate it so much.
She knew what song would turn his anger into a joke, and she could decipher the code he was shy about. She knew his temper and thoughts, and more of the simple pleasures that belonged to them.
He clearly remembered their beginning. She was pure and beautiful, out of reach, and made him feel ashamed. What a joy the first few years were.
But when they got old, she doubted and hated him for the sake of inheritance. She made a fuss, smashed plates, and shot ferociously at pictures of villains.
He was hiding something from her. He felt she was selfish and headstrong, like a spoiled child, and he was angry with her.
Although occasionally the two of them can relive the happy time, most of the time is spent in endless and unrestrained quarrels and nonsense. She interrupted his work, and what he did made her furious.
He made a muddled decision, and he left. She also made a confused decision after he left and committed suicide. Fortunately, it didn't die.
He was utterly ill in front of his sickbed at the station, she came and he knew she would come back. Their hatred for each other has subsided, and they yearn for each other strongly at this time, even if they only meet once. But it was brutally stopped by the villains. She scolded her daughter slut who was blocking the door so fiercely because she didn't understand the love between them and was destroying it.
In the end, when he was dying, the wicked finally did a human thing and allowed her to visit him, and he was almost unconscious. In her eyes, in her warm words, he passed away safely.
The two children who are always tossing and tossing for the last time, forgive each other, and return to the original mutual love that they believed in each other.
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