dagger

I loved daggers. I don't know why, but one day, on a whim, I bought a dagger. I even gave it a name and cherished it dearly. One day, the dagger defied me and cut my neck. I became a little afraid of it. "I want to cut you." "That's a problem." "But I want to cut you." "Choose something else." "You're delicious." "Kobe beef is tastier." "Really?" "Yes." "I want you to teach me words." After that, I was friendly with the dagger, but... "I want to go to the past." "The past, huh? Time travel." "Right now." "But I..." "It's okay. I'm a sword." "..." That was the end of it. That was all. One day, a beautiful girl called out to me, "Hey." "I want to cut you, but I'll restrain myself." Time passes again.