Ever feel like you’ve lost something that you simply can’t ever replace or recover?
Not something really, someone. Losing someone that close that knew so much and wanted a better human being instead of a monster.
One who rather be feared and respected than loved. What kind of animal is this? This maniac never evolved fully. A heart and soul were left undeveloped from the vessel that wreaks havoc on all those who care. Pushing away, more interested in achieving his desired power than achieving relationships with those that wanted to be there.
Denial was never the answer for him. Hiding in the shadows, he tried to hide himself from everyone because he couldn’t stand causing the hurt anymore. The pain he forced upon himself and the world around him was unorthodox. Everything and everyone that he thought he loved was all a lie. He wasn’t capable of love or allowing people to love him. He wanted to learn, but didn’t know how. His power was declining.
Is there more than just raw power? Is there emotion in this cold life he lives? Is there any way to achieve happiness?
What an outrageous concept. He so greatly craves love. But he can’t feel it. He had it.
But she was always his missing piece. She never saw what he did. She was incredible to him and he loved her. But when the missing piece fell to the floor, she dragged his heart with her, never allowing love again.
As much as he wants to hate her, he can’t. He still loves his missing piece.
Because to him, she wasn’t just his love.
She was his power. She was his addiction. She was his drug.
She was his heart.