I watched as he flirted away with the girls in our school. He always did this. Flirt, go to their house, fuck 'em and then leave 'em. He made them feel so empty the next day as he ignored their entire existence. He ruins everyone, but destroys the people he loves the most. He knows this.
"You're so cold." I had joked one day, to him as we sat and looked at our reflections in the pond. He looked at me curiously, but then laughed and shook his head. Before he became hollow and indeed, cold.
Years do change a person. Or does the person really change? Perhaps they just become who they truly are. I watched as he past by me, and I knew he wanted to acknowledge me. He couldn't face me, still. How I wanted to hold him and kiss him and tell him to stop being so, so mean. But I couldn't.
After all, I was just another demon from his past.
