Sometimes, it is not the dragon that traps her, but the weak and tired body, the emotion of self-loathing, the feeling of loneliness and loneliness, and the sensitive and delicate nerves. Inexplicable emotions want to vent, but there is no outlet, inexplicable emotions need sustenance, but there is no object. Only every day, tell your thoughts to the diary. There is no reason to struggle, but no power to change.
At this time there is a person, he is not yours, but you have made him yours. You become indispensable to a person, a person's world.
He is like a blank sheet of paper that you can draw as you wish; not only does he depend on you wholeheartedly, but he never asks you for more.
He connects you to the outside world, and you feel safe and free. It's as beautiful as a dream, and more real than a dream.
You have a secret expectation, a beautiful vision, and you are working on it little by little.
It's just that for you at this time, "later" and "life together" are too far away and too vague, and you don't know how to achieve it.
It simply does not prevent it from becoming a dream balloon, suspended in the air.
And then, despite being punctured by reality a few times, it is fortunate that you fill it in. Just filled, the scars remain.
When you leave crying, the sadness is real, the reluctance is real, but the determination is also real.
Dreamy balloons are still hanging on the roof, but you no longer remember.
Many, many years later, you set foot on this piece of land again, your memories gradually awakened, and your emotions suddenly flowed. The feeling of nostalgia is real, and the feeling of emotion is also real, but there is a layer of gauze, which is slightly less personal.
At night, you revisited the old places and came to this room like Alice in Wonderland. Everything meets your expectations, and you are soberly bewitched. Heart knot unraveled. Emotionally satisfied. You, left.
The prince was always there, the prince stayed where he was, but the princess no longer needed to be rescued.
Maybe the princess never needed to be rescued, she just lacked the courage to face reality.
Dreams can never provide her courage, fantasy can only give her a moment of escape and satisfaction, so she has been awake.
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