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RYO
I love you, Ryo.
I never thought anyone could say those words to me.
A lost, depraved girl like me might have said them, but not a pure heart like Felicity.
She wasn't for me.
It was like putting honey and cement together.
She was tender, gentle, kind, endearing, reliable, caring and sometimes motherly.
How do you love a woman like that without hurting her, when no one had ever taught you to love and be loved?
How could I let myself be lulled by her love, knowing that I would become dependent on it and that I would end up suffering when she realised that I was just an empty shell, unable to give her what she deserved and which would make her unhappy?
I was a disaster, always destroying those around me.
My mother had fallen into drugs after I was born. My father ended up
