We dated in another world, but I lost you due to the accident. I could not come to terms with this and began to travel to other worlds to meet you again and prevent your death. However, while I was traveling, searching for you, I died over and over again, and I finally realized: a world where you and I can both live doesn't exist. I've a dissociative disorder that causes rifts in my identity: one side of my personality is shy, kind and gentle, while the other is menacing, bitter, and aggressive.