It was hard to know. It was hard to do anything that would hurt her. But it wasn’t me. I was under control. This wasn’t a justification. This was the reality. This was what I was doing to her. If I really loved her I’d let her go as long as she could.  Especially on this situation.

No! That was why I didn’t let her go when I could. When I had the chance. When I was normal. When I could promise to her that our story would have a happy ending. If I’d told that to her now I’d be a bad liar.

My nature wanted me that way.  Be controlled by others, stronger than me, of my kind. Like a puppet in a show that I hated the end.

I was wrong again. My nature wanted me free. It wanted me to be the chooser not the chosen. But could I choose? Could I choose between been myself or been under control?

I hoped to figure this out soon. Was I strong enough? Or would I become strong enough for her? Just to not hurt her?

I wished I was.
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