Doll
He is like the stars and the moon in the sky—someone I can never reach.
I don’t dare get close to him. For years, I only dared to secretly watch him from a dark corner, indulging in those humble, dirty, and shameful daydreams.
The doll maker who lives in a remote mountain village told me, “I can make something you want.”
I gave him a photo of my senior and received a doll that looked about eighty percent like him.
This life-sized doll could move and dance—but it had no eyes.
The doll maker warned me, “Don’t put eyes on it. It will come to life.”
Ignoring his advice, I was
curious and put eyeballs on the doll.
That decision became my greatest regret.
—It came to life.
The doll, bearing all my darkest, most corrupted emotions, tore through the darkness with its sharp claws and transformed into a man.
He was no longer under my control.
Invisible strings wrapped tightly around my limbs, choking my flesh and blood, trapping me.
And the other end of those strings was held firmly in his hand.
“Baby, who is it you really love?”
Day after day, he repeated this question tirelessly.
And from then on, it became the nightmare that haunted the rest of my life.
Doll gong X Gloomy shou
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