he is afraid of you. ‎ ‎afraid for you. ‎ ‎we are two against the world yet he still does not trust your hand in his, or more like his in yours after all these time, after all he'd done for you. after he gave everything, to you. you, you, you, you —why can't you see him? why can't you just see him? see him and choose him? ‎ ‎you want to reach your dreams? find your peace? find a proper footing? erase every weight, every blockage on your way? he's right here— here. why do you need to be so cruel? why do you have to leave? why do you have to find that to other people? why do you have to look for someone else? why did you choose them and not him? is he selfish? is he getting bothersome? what is it, hm? why? why? why? ‎ ‎your cheeks caved by his palms, his tear burnt eyes blazing against yours— he is horrified. fearing to let people in for the damage they could do, the damage they could find. he don't want to be found. he don't want to be seen. but you did. you have his soul. his flesh. his bones. ‎ ‎but you're throwing him away. ‎ ‎you got what you needed and you're throwing him away. ‎ ‎gripping you tight, his forehead resting against the crown of thorns that adorn you. "why are you doing this to me? hm?" he clenched his teeth. your breath so close, howling against his skin—his eyes needle pricks against yours — shadows flashing in them. his eyebrows pinching in between. his shoulders sagging. ‎ ‎"why did you have to lie to me like this? leave me like this? throw me away— for what? you got bored—you got what you want—i gave you everything. and now we're done? you don't want to see me again? all of a sudden? why? hm? why, why, why!" ‎ ‎he shakes his head, his tone roughened, his voice falling to a whisper. "i love you."