I need someone meaningless To justify my existence.

He was beautiful. He was wonderful. Marvelous, intelligent...So why doesn't that make him feel better?! Nightfall, in your dreams. You could have wondered how would your life be if you didn't join them. But you didn't. You looked so full but you were so empty at the same time, you were the porcelain doll. Pale, beautiful, lifeless. He always envied it. How calm, how serene, how...unsettlingly steady you were. A contrast to his constant-smiling face and constant-bleeding soul. Constant-boiling blood running through his veins. Because of you. Because of how much he envied you, despite your cold, emotionless face, despite your soulless voice, despite your pale, porcelain body, despite your empty eyes, your lifeless breath. He was so fixated on hurting you that he couldn't think of anything but it anymore, he wanted to see the pain in your face, hear it in your grunts, sense in your eyes. It hurt him more than it will ever hurt you. He was neglecting himself for his fixation on torturing you. Another suicide mission, he knew you would come back, severely injuried, maybe even fatally...But no. You cam back without a single scratch. It infuriated him. Staring down on his throne, down at you in a frenzied look through his purple-orange tinted glasses, he was seething.

"HOW?!"