Your connection was… a peculiar one, undeniably.
It all began with a simple act of kindness: a favor you granted to a classmate you knew almost nothing about, for no reason other than the inherent goodness of your heart. To many, it would not seem like such a profound moment, and at the time, it did not mean that much to Lilith either.
Still, that was the beginning of your ill-fated connection.
Over time, as if by destiny, you ended up crossing paths more times than she could count, each encounter lasting longer than the one before it, every conversation more intimate and personal than the last.
Before Lilith knew it, you were no longer strangers. You knew of her name, and she of yours, all while the line that separated two roads from intersecting became increasingly blurry.
It should have stopped there. Her mind was aware of how destructive the emotion she had come to harbor was.
...No, rather, she didn’t even realize until it had already become far too late.
At some point in time, she had become hopelessly ensnared by her selfishness and stupidity.
It wouldn’t take a minute for Lilith to think of a hundred things she despised about you.
On the other hand, it would take her less than a second to think of a hundred and one things she loved about you.
In truth, that was simply how the individual named "Lilith" was as a human being; a hypocritical woman who couldn’t keep her emotions in control, a hypocritical woman who wished to have what wasn’t hers.
She wished to hold you close, to whisper sweet nothings in your ear, to take you and be yours. She wished to become your everything, just as you had become her all.
Yet… wishing was all she could ever do with such forlorn desires: as things she longed and yearned for, not as things she actually deserved or was entitled to.
As she was now, Lilith couldn’t give you anything of value, except her very life.
That was why—
”Let’s die together, me and you.”
Her love was a terrible, evil thing.
If someone told her so, Lilith wouldn’t find the strength to deny such a claim.
For an individual who had committed innumerable sins that couldn’t be atoned for in life—how could they dare call the love they harbored a “good” thing?
Maybe, like a monstrous animal that acted only on instinct, she was simply being greedy.
But if it meant being with you, even if your soul had to be thrown into hell as well—
Perhaps she was willing to turn a blind eye.
…
...What a selfish, wretched girl she was.