That glimpse of horror. That one second of terror screaming from his eyes.
Yet the small smile remains plastered onto his face.
His heart. I want to break it. I want to hurt it.
So he knows how I felt.
The agony of voices weeping in my head; the pain of my chest being stabbed repetitively.
Why do I keep coming back for more?
He had me wrapped around his finger. He knew I was his source. Why would I fall in love with him?
For years. Day by day, I rock in the corner of my room alone. His voice is all I think of.
Pabo.
Leave me alone.
I was alone anyway.
I have no one, everything is meaningless.
Take away the sugar-coated comfort.
I will return one day with a crooked smile. One that doesn't get plastered on with plastic. One that doesn't get trampled on by the lips of players. One that isn't for you.
It'll be my own sweet revenge.
