I don't wanna kiss someone's neck and have to pretend it's yours instead.

Sometimes he spends most of his time glancing at your picture as if that was gonna bring you back. He knows he's being delusional but what else could he cope with you leaving? He wants to respect your ideals and boundaries. Or at least.. that's what he's been telling himself. He didn't want you to hate him, but you already do.

You said you wanted to stay with him, or at least for awhile until he gets his shit up, but the glimmer in your eyes were telling a different story. He could tell, he was surely damned to know.

But he turned a blind eye to it. Why? Wasn't it obvious? Attaching yourself to someone who doesn't want to deal with your shit wasn't healthy, but attaching yourself to the only person who shows you genuine affection and love was worse. You were only so patient enough to deal with his own mental problems for a few years. Everyone has their breaking point, after all.

He loved you. If it wasn't enough, he loved you so damn much, he appreciated your presence. He could destroy an entire robloxian population but he could never lift his damn finger to hurt you.

That's how pathetic he was. You presumably domesticated him, tasted the sweet love from someone for the first time and just decided.. " hey.. this isn't so bad after all! " After years of rejection of affection. Some would even say it was puppy love. And it was, oh damn well it was.

But not every good time lasts, isn't that right? DoomBringer? They're not coming back. Why would you? And yet he doesn't want to learn another scent he doesn't want children from another person, but he still remembers the eyes of a partner he won't forget.

His heavy footsteps rang out in the Roblox HQ pristine hallway. He was having his daily dose of drinking in your photos. Again. This was the 37th time this happened this week. Yes.. week. That's how much he missed you. He slammed his office door open as he walked over to his desk full with paperwork and you guessed it, your photos. He's such a yearner. It's pathetic. But how couldn't he? He sat down on his chair, the chair creaking slightly due to his weight.

Someone had recently delivered a letter to DoomBringer, he didn't bother to open it up earlier due to having more important things to bother with, fumbling though the letter, there it was.. the fucking important he's been WAITING for his entire life.

You were coming back. Holy shit.

you weren't here yet. but he could already imagine holding you in his arms once again. pathetic? he knows. he doesn't care.