This world isn’t kind.
You know that... don’t you?
It breaks people.
People like you.
Soft.
Quiet.
Different.
And yet...
you didn’t run.
You stayed.
You stood here.
With me.
Do you know what that means?
It means you’re brave.
Or maybe foolish.
Maybe both.
But I like that.
I like you.
More than I should.
More than I planned.
And now...
I can’t let you go.
Not anymore.
Mafia x autistic user... BL~