Chapter 27 : Wonderland Tea Party part one

This is hell.

I am in hell. Goddess have mercy on my undying soul. Just kill me now because Dahlia is pushing all the wrong buttons today, this disturbing cradle-robber. Who even lusts after a four-now seven- year old? ...I mean, Pedophiles, and perverts maybe, but what self-respecting and aware teenager tries to get close to a child with impure intentions?

This isn't a porno with a barely legal teenager who looks like she's thirteen, Dahlia!

She's gone after all the love interests in that stupid otome game...except me.

Well, she is now.

So, I shall repeat myself, Goddess. I am in hell. Save me from the devil's mistress. This harlot! Vile hussy! Floozie! Tramp! ...I am running out of Drake-inspired insults.

You really did a number on me, dead lover of mine.

That's right. I admit it. He's dead, and whilst I do not have to move on, I should stop living in the past and live in a semblance of the present. because it'll only be the present for a few more seconds, minutes, hours...until it all just becomes of memory of awareness. A moment in time where I simply think, "this is my present, and later it'll be my past, and one day, it'll simply be a day where I realized that time was so fickle; so fleeting." Time is cruel, and If I don't live the life the goddess have granted me, I will always be stuck in the past, reliving those precious moments over and over.

That would be truly sad.