The right to choose

"..."

The wind blew, fluttering 'Guiying's' hair and rustling the leaves of the trees. The sunlight was mild and tepid. Though the weather was pleasant, 'she' sensed a storm brewing in her heart, carrying a lot of questions spinning in it.

What is this man talking about? He wants to be my friend? But he is already friends with that idiot. 

"I don't understand where this is going," 'she' honestly expressed her confusion.

Zixin said, "I want to be your friend. Can I?"

"You are friends with Guiying."

"But not 'you.'"

'She' blinked. "Me? Am I not Guiying?"

He shook his head. "You two share the same body and consciousness. But as personalities, you two are different. 'You' are not Guiying, and Guiying is not 'you.' She has a different mind and beliefs of her own, and 'you' hold different values to be important. It's unfair to treat 'you' the same as her."

"Who cares? People will think you are crazy."