I don't know how death felt like till you started to walk away. I would have begged, I know I could, I risked it all, only to be left behind, like you never loved me.
--Andromeda
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I don't know how death felt like till you started to walk away. I would have begged, I know I could, I risked it all, only to be left behind, like you never loved me.
--Andromeda
It feels different when you recognise their pain because you used to hide yours the same way
“Oh my dear boy, did they toss you once they didn’t need you anymore? Now that the war’s over, what use are you to them? Did you actually think they were your family? That they could actually love you?
Only I can truly know how you feel. Only I can truly know how heartbroken you are right now. How you feel more alone now than you have in the last 300 years.
Whose fault do you think that is?
…
Look at me.
They should pay for their grievances against you.
They should regret giving you false hope.
They should regret ever crossing Jack Frost.
They should regret not fearing you enough.
…
…
Yes, there you are. Revenge looks beautiful on you.”
oh when will my wife¹ get back from the war² i miss her radiant smiles³ i'd die to kiss her silly⁴ once more
¹laptop ²the mechanic ³games ⁴write
When one devotes oneself entirely to another yet receives no love in return, a profound disquiet impinges upon the heart. You find yourself questioning why affection is withheld, and in that sloomy moment, the abysmal truth becomes apparent: all your goodness, kindness, and efforts, no matter how sincere, may immure you in futility, leaving your spirit fractured. The eccedentesiast mask you once wore, feigning joy, crumbles, revealing the antithalian reality of emotional desolation. It is in this solitary confrontation with unreciprocated devotion that one feels utterly shunned and broken.
Hamilton out in Q1, I’m actually crying
I love this song sm