...I don't care... for reality......There's not another horse like my first.Oh dear... Do you think she could have been poisoned...? By you know who...Half a year laterShe is in critical condition and that ingrate doesn't show his face... Not that I wish to see it.What I... (cough) ... I just...I just want... to be loved when I die... That's the reality I want...This morning her health suddenly took a turn for the worst.Little brother, please... Keep your thoughts to yourself before those in pain.My gut tells me so.Now do you understand. He's a petty gold digger.