The Tigress, The Witch, and The Broken One

Day 138: A Change

April 12, 2019

Things went from bad to worse, and I don't know how to explain it very well. The Reaper broke his promise to his child hood friend and she has a severe surgery coming up. I spent my time talking to her once again and found that he and the Dragoness aren't even related. They're a couple now which left the Symbiote in pain as well as his childhood friend. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried and afraid.  This level of worry far exceeds that for the Huntress. Once I've learned a lot from her, The Tigress and the Witch are no more than harlots to me. They wouldn't know a good mate if it pulled them by the hair. Speaking of the Tigress, I gave my final message to her, but instead of being a grown up about it and talk with me, she instead showed it to the The Dragoness. Which later reached the Reaper, then his childhood friend, who was the only one mature enough to talk to me about it. The Tigress is no more than a bratty teenager who only wants a specified partner that wants nothing to do with her. Hard to believe that I've freed myself with my final words to her. 

Other then that, I'm surprised the Reaper is dating the Dragoness, who is the niece of the Tigress. I expected someone else. I do agree with his childhood friend. It's sickening how he chose to date again even though he had a grand amount of time before her divorce would of been active. Two nights, and she and I talked. She was suffering from the betrayal and shedding tears. Nothing was the same to her. I felt bad for not trying to help her, a swirl of different emotions had happened while I was shedding tears of my own. Anger towards the Reaper, Fear for his childhood friends, and Sadness because all of this is happening. She asked me to remain his friend, but I find it hard to do so. He's just like the Huntress, valuing love and affection over friendship. That's a sacrifice I would never bring myself to. That much I promised myself ever since those incidents with the Tigress and the Witch. I guess you could say that I've woken up. As much as my dreams show it, reality says otherwise. 

Everyone that I knew and cared for are changing for the worse. The Reaper wasn't like this, The Dragoness wasn't like this, The Symbiote, The Witch,The Huntress, they weren't like this. What happened to them? That's basically the million dollar question. My words won't reach them, and I know this. I'm no use to anyone. Even if my message had spread around, why was it that his childhood friend rose to meet? Why wouldn't those two care enough to contact me? That day when it was spread around, they were on their date. I guess that's what friends do for each other nowadays. No matter what they say, I will forever feel like I am a nuisance, an obstacle for what they really want. His childhood friend, the Sportsman and his mate, the Demon, the Fairy, they all care for me. They understand my pain. The others, they use to or they never did. Day by day I feel more blades going into my back. So much has happened, and  no one bats an eye. I am going to hold true to my word about leaving and not leaving a trace or a clue. I predict that should I have a funeral in the future, that's when they will care. I have to be honest, but these people aren't my friends, they're just nothing more than remnants of them, tied up in puppet strings of sin.