𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗧 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 ✦ 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚

Leaving

I don't mind people dying.
It's inevitable, the result of life,
death is the medal at the end of the game.
I mind people leaving.
I mind them knowing how strongly I feel about their presence and walking away from me anyway because it doesn't mean as much to them as it does to me.
I don't mind them sleeping for eternitiy after being awake for loads of years, but why couldn't you stay?
Why did you decide that my presence isn't as important as your life?