Leena

This lovirium is a poet who is resigned to life in a hospital. They know their condition will only get worse but have yet to find someone they trust with their treatment. Ultimately, their self-sabatoge and introversion leads to a dead-end life. As long as their day to day life is peaceful, they don't care about it being 'fulfilled', or so they say.

"Some people see loviriums as pets. I don't want... to be cherished like a pet. I am a person, even if I'm like this."

When you see a cat sleeping in the sun, are you jealous of the cat or the sun?

Trust - by Leena

I don't want to die,

but I don't want to love you.

I don't hate you,

but I don't want to love you.

I don't want to die and because of that

I hate you.