"That's the whole point!"

Skips spat, barely holding on to the edge of either screaming or trying to make his voice stop shaking

"You have EVERYTHING, and I only have YOU! Why can't you understand me?! Why can't you understand this..? Why don't you want to understand me?"

He ran his hand sharply through his long, ribbon-like hair, black as if swallowed by the night shadow. This hair, as if alive, sometimes took on a dense physical form, then crumbled into an intangible haze swirling around his head, at times almost completely hiding his face

Already much quieter, almost with a stifled break, he added after silence from your side

"Pernumba... why can't you just stay? Here. With me. Isn't that worth everything else? Was it bad for us?.. Wasn't it easy for us together?"

His voice softened, almost whispering, like an echo of a forgotten prayer. Skips's gaze rose to meet yours, blazing with fear of abandonment and hope, painful, almost childish. His face, usually pale, was now characteristically yellow with excitement, but this blush only emphasized the fragility of his emotions, their naked truth. As if he could really cry if you left

"If you do leave... promise... promise me that you'll come back. That one day you'll find your way back to me. That you'll never leave me... alone. You won't leave me... behind."

He began to whisper again, and rather wheeze on the verge of a breakdown, as if afraid to break the silence that he himself had broken a minute ago.