One day, Swallow sent me a text message asking if I still loved her.
For a moment, I didn't know how to answer. After thinking for a long time, I replied with three words: "I don't know."
A few days later, Swallow sent me another text asking if I was still angry with her.
I was worried that she might be upset, so I carefully replied: "It should be you who hates me."
Swallow responded: "If that knife had really killed you back then, it would have been good if I died with you."