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I never thought I’d let myself be carried away by love.
The mere idea of dying for someone can be seen as sordid—thoughts born from an unbalanced mind, completely blinded by this raw, overwhelming feeling. They’re the kind of thoughts that are frowned upon anywhere in the world.
The brain rarely manages to overpower the heart. Yet the heart, unlike the mind, needs only a spark—just a single trigger—to tame it, flooding your body and changing every part of you with the simple touch of the person you love.
Someone once asked me if I would die for love—if I would give up my dreams just to allow someone else’s to live on. And I don’t know if I can give a definite answer.
Because I know he would never let me die. Not for him, not for anyone. In his eyes, my life was worth a thousand others, and he would take them one by one if that’s what it took to keep me alive.
But the real question has always been this: would I die for him?
No.
I wouldn’t die for a man condemned to hell. I wouldn’t reduce my pitiful, miserable life to a man who carries more sins than the Bible could ever hold.
And yet, since the day I met him, I haven’t been able to stop wondering what I would do if he died. My instinctive answer was always the same: there would be nothing I could do. The end of someone’s existence cannot be controlled by a mere, deceitful woman. I don’t have the power of choice—I can’t decide who stays and who goes. And honestly, I never wanted that kind of power.
Accepting the deaths of the people around me has always been a skill I cultivated well.
So why am I standing in front of a bullet for him?