Chapter 148 (1/2)

I Just want to be loved.

I I just want to have relatives.

I It's just a desire for love.

I Just want to love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love But why!

Why! I love me so much when I have Geass, but hate me so much without Geass? Why? Why? You love me, don't you?

It turns out that Geass is a liar

It's just deception, self deception Everyone, they were cheated, not by me, but by Geass. I was also cheated by him! You should hate Geass! Why Why do you look at me with such hatred

What do they call me?

Witch? Witch? Immortal witch? Speaking of It's like they hit me hard The bottom of the pot is used It hurts, it hurts

But I will hurt It's really painful Why hit me?

They tied me up, they killed me

Heart, pierced, blood from the trachea, along the nose and mouth outflow, good pain How painful But I don't know why, in the moment I lost consciousness, hurt No, it should be death All away from me.

I stood up in their terrified eyes. They tried to kill me and drown like crazy Beheading Hold back Split up

I I can't die.

Because that woman gave me the curse!

I, not loved by all people, also not accepted by all people, they hate me, curse me, spit on me They Kill me.

Burning

The most terrible criminal law.

The pain of burning alive can't be tolerated even if we howl for three days and three nights And my immortal body Will burn to ashes Is this the end of life?

I see the torch smoking, as if to smoke the sky, I suddenly had a trace of regret for my previous playing with the feelings of Geass If you don't have a lot of fun Just fine.

Tears crossed the bridge of my nose and flowed into my lips. It was salty and astringent. I always thought that I would not cry after having Geass

Am I still human?

With my eyes closed, I waited for the last to come.

Noisy, suddenly lost voice, I did not open my eyes, I just wait quietly, waiting for death, waiting for the end.

And then I was put down. What is this? A new way to die? I can't help but laugh at myself. I know I'm not qualified to laugh at others. It's shameless to play with others' feelings.

”Hello, girl, how are you?” After being touched all over my body, I can't help but feel a little shy. The so-called being loved is just a puppet who completely obeys my meaning. When I am hungry, I feel that bread and steak are loved. Then someone will always appear in front of me and drag me to his home to give me bread and steak.

If I feel that you are like clowns, then they will become a clown, using bromine to satisfy my ”being loved”, just like those who manipulate puppets. If I don't devote myself to it, no one can force me to do ”love”.