Aug 21, 2025
We played, we danced, we lived. I found your ideals to be beautiful just as you were and vowed to follow you even beyond what one would call the "end".
Our worlds crumbled and you felt distant. I continued to dance though, for you, upon this stage. I don't entirely remember when you stopped looking my way. But when I learned the truth, it felt as if you yourself severed my wings with that holy blade.
I just wanted you to see me. The one who was always with you. The one who followed you to this hellscape in another life. No matter how many tears I shed it will always be him.
Him.
Him.
HIM.
Never me.
You'll always feel conflicted. You'll never look at me the same way ever again. I'm not sure what I did wrong? Won't you ever be truly honest with me?