The boy I loved is a monster now. I don't know how this happened. Tony said he was playing me; he wanted pity, and I gave it to him. I never wanted to admit it, but Tony was right. Jay played me like his guitar, and I sang out the notes he wanted to hear every time. I was blind and he was manipulative. Maybe it wasn't him. Maybe he became Denis, the voice that haunted him for so long. I don't know who or what it was, but he was not the boy I fell in love with anymore.
