Sinking deeper and deeper into my seat like I want to be enveloped in its upholstery
Lightgrey streaming of air is a constant cry drying my wet eyes. Like a hand dryer at a public bathroom
How embarrassing.
To be seen like this
To feel like this
To be hurt like this
How embarrassing to have tried
To have trusted
To have waited and persisted
And yet I dont wish I had ended it before. Because then I would have been the bad guy
And she wouldn't have seen the consequences of her actions
In a way, a poetic ending.
I saw it coming though, as I always do. I knew what was happening, as I always do, but she didn't. And she wouldn't have seen what she would do. So we always have to see it to its end.
Cassandra. Predictor of the future, yet no one believes her.
How horrible it is to always be right.
