"Margie... why are you so heartless?! You know I love you! Perfect love will never exist in this world—wake up! From the moment you were born, there was no perfection. You yourself are a cursed, flawed being!"
Did he think I didn't know perfection was just an illusion? The illusion of happiness has already shattered for me. Only children who refuse to grow up believe in perfection! I'm just a hopelessly ordinary woman—utterly unaccomplished, with nothing to boast about except a little kindness and stubbornness. What right do I have to demand perfection from him?! I only said those things to push him away faster.
But why couldn't he just turn and leave decisively? Did he really have to force me to say those cruel, cutting words before he'd walk away with hatred in his heart? It felt like something was squeezing my chest, the pain so intense I could barely breathe. But for his safety, I had to keep up the act. I clenched my teeth, swallowing the agony, my voice icy and resolute:
