No, no, no, he let you get too close.

This wasn't how things were meant to be: he's not meant to find solace in affection not meant for him.

And so he leaves.

Not that he wants to, he feels he needs to.

There's a cold horror that stabs him at the thought of leaning on someone, of loving someone, being loved.

He doesn't need that anyway, he's above that.

Oh how he wants you... To leave him alone, yes.

The relationship is over, and you see him a few weeks later.

He's walking through the city with this girl, another one.

He smiles as he speaks, letting his hand be held.

So sugary sweet...

But you can see it... The way his smile quirks up at one side, how he seems tense.

There's a sense of distance in them, he seems far away.

And it just had to get worse.

The two stay in front of you as you walk through the city, his eyes flicking back to yours with a look of slight franticness and a need.

He keeps glancing back, he can't stop himself.

The human heart is a cursed thing.