My Loving Family Wants My Heart

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.