My Loving Family Wants My Heart
Language: en
After I recovered, I finally left the psychiatric hospital. My family asked me, tense and cautious, "Are you still going to look for Vivian?" I shook my head, my eyes filled with confusion. "Who’s Vivian?" Relief washed over their faces. They instantly threw a warm welcome-home party for me and immediately started arranging dates, wrapping me in a blanket of warmth and happiness. Everyone told me that Vivian didn't exist. They said I had fallen in love with a hallucination. Only by playing along could I leave that mental asylum and regain my freedom. But I knew the truth. Vivian was not a…