READ OR DIE
One moment it's there, you can see it, touch it, feel it. The other, it's
gone, its very essence vanished from your mind. And you know it's important that
you feel it, touch it, see it, but the simple truth of it is that it is not
there to be touched, felt, seen anymore.
And he suffers for it. You know, you see it. You can see it all. He's not
exactly trying to hide it. And it makes you feel guilty, that pain, because it
reminds you of how important it is to have it and you lost it.
It's gone now. It's left you... Probably all went to him as Murphy's laws
dictate.
Somehow, it doesn't particularly matter to you, seeing his teary eyes, those
pleading eyes, begging you to find it again. You don't feel as bad as you should
for being the cause of those tear. And why should you? It's gone after all...
But it's still not a comfortable thought now, is it? The thought that you can
watch him suffer and not care. Not anymore. Makes you feel like a bastard...
which you are but even bastards don't like to be told they are. Don't like to be
forced to realize it.
And it makes you wish he'd suffer in silence so you can pretend there's nothing
going on. And so you can tell yourself pretty lies about your viciousness.
You'd both know how much of a lie it is, but you wouldn't care. Only he would
and he can suffer.
You'd probably care when he punches you, but other than that... Well, it's gone.
Vanished, made a little `poof' sound as it disappeared.
So why do you feel so fucking bad?
The End