
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@aerodynamicTramp You loved her. You really, truly, genuinely loved her. You just... Understood each other. Even in a sea of misfits, nobody clicked with you quite as hard as she did. She was kind and gentle, but she had a sharp mind-- and a sharper tongue, if you took the time to learn the language. She grew up beside you, played all the same games you did, shared your tears and your fright and your love. She was the perfect friend, and a better matesprit. It was nothing she did. No big blow-out, no spats or smiles, not even a couple little misunderstandings that just happened to pile up. Nothing about her changed... Not really. Not in a bad way. (Not until you changed it.) No. It was you. You grew bored, you grew greedy, your eyes wandered and your mind wondered. Who else is out there? What would something different feel like? You drained the trust from her soul, took the love from her heart, and left her to fend for herself in a world full of backstabbing vultures. It was all your fault. No matter how much you try to tell yourself otherwise, no matter how much you try to erase the past, deny the history, claim she "was always like this" or "didn't understand you enough" or "just went totally crazy outta nowhere!" Try to remember. It was all your fault. It truthfully wasn't πΌπππππ’ πππ
