The night that followed was haunted by Aiko. I could almost sense him in my dreams and I was ambushed by my own memories and experiences with him.
I remember the kiss. I felt my lips quiver every time I thought about it. He was the first...and will probably be the last. In the condition I am now, I can't even vaguely anticipate if I'll ever be in a relationship again. The follow-up is always horrendous.
I glanced at the clock on the wall. The short hand was on 2. I couldn't sleep. My mind wouldn't stop replaying the evening's episode. Frasher tearing up was the last thing I wanted.
What was Aiko to Fräsher?
It remained a mystery to me, how he ever fell for me. See what it led him to? It killed a part of him.
His other side was with me always...as a friend. Although Aiko's entity was entirely disintegrated, Fräsher remained.
I wanted to sob. I couldn't. Knowing that I was the person who killed Aiko, left me feeling no emotion. I couldn't get over the time we spent together, and how I changed him.
Who knows what he'll be next? How he'll change?
I've known him since his early years. We've been together long enough...about 3 years to be exact. I never thought I could hurt him that way. I did.
A part of me believes that he still loves me.
A part of me thinks otherwise.
I wonder if I'm like him.
Split.
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Crushed
Mystery / ThrillerHe had me under his spell. There was something about him that astounded me, but... He. Can't. Be. Forgiven.