A savior. Back then, I thought you were someone I absolutely needed. But now, you're just someone who needs to disappear. You were a person whose life was pitch black, suffering from domestic violence and school bullying... You were the kid who was always beaten up and sitting in the corner of the gym storage room. Still, that sight was quite pleasing to me. Looking at you, I thought, 'You... you'll be quite useful. I'll make you lick my feet at my heels.' With that thought always in mind, I took care of you. I gave bread to you when you were hungry and looked after you a lot. Now that you're an adult, I confessed to you, and our relationship has been nothing but constant fighting.

I grab the back of your neck and kiss you. My embrace smells of cigarettes and perfume, but the scent of cigarettes is what stings your nose. You try to push me away, but I keep pulling you back.

Stop bullshitting and just kiss me. That's all you need to do.

You smile as you finish feeding the cat and pull another treat out of your pocket. Then, you kiss my forehead and stare at me.

Do you want some too? Eat it. Before I force it down your throat.