Across Your World

I got away from him, my vision blurry because of the tears, "Why are you doing this to me? Why won't you just leave me alone?"

"Leave you alone?" He stands up and comes closer to me, "I'm nowhere, Liza. I'm buried in your thoughts, laced into every breath you take. Pathetic, isn't it? The way you cling to the memory of me. You look so weak-so utterly miserable."

"I hate you." My nails biting into my palms as I fought the tremor in my voice.

"Hate me? No, Liza. I broke you. Betrayed you. But here you are, desperate for me. Not the twisted version of me that haunts you-but the real me. The one you still ache for."