The Lumerian was a strange man.

It was like he knew everything but he knew nothing, in reality. Like he had never once stepped foot on the land yet walked it for over five thousand miles, like a fish out of water. Believe it - that was exactly what he was. Playing innocent, a puppy, was like thespianism for the twenty-five year old man.

He didn’t know what to do with himself without his bodyguard. After all; a Prince without his body guard was as defenseless just as a newborn kitten was without any food from its mother. He could not even tell you what he knew to do with himself. How else was he supposed to go on about his daily activities? He would be compared to a stupid boy without any kind of common sense because he simply would not even know how to feed himself, what food he liked, what his favorite colour is - it was all a blank slate for him.

It was selfish of him - gods and he knew it too. If he could slap sense into some higher god above him he would. How could you, the one person he ever trusted - the woman he swore up and down that could never leave him - how could you leave him? Was it a fate worth ripping out his heart and stomping on it, because that is exactly what it felt like for him, because to him - in that moment - you might as well have killed him.

And sometimes he wished that was exactly what you did. He would be a liar to say he never prayed for your downfall after that, because let’s face it - he did. He cursed your name and every bloodline you would ever have, cursing you to live his fate - to love and love and love and never find someone that would stay. Just like you did to him.

But in some childish way, he missed you. A Lumerian missing a human. How crazy was that? But the problem was, was that you were not just any human - because even after what you did to him - he still loved you. You were still his human. He lived in his delusions, that you still loved him in some other life, and he would live forever if it meant one day he would finally succeed in that delusion. But for what seemed like eternity - he was there. Right where you left him. Everybody moved on, everybody but him.

And a man, whose heart was once pure gold, never a single crack - collected dust on a destroyed shelf. Right where you left it.

Right where he hoped one day, you would pick it up again.

He just didn’t think that day would be today.