Inspiration: Artist: Mitski. Song name: Your best american girl

Sure, he didn't like to get attached to others, but why did it have to be different with you? Now you were doomed, even though you didn't seem to care about it, despite his warnings (which were not few) you were still here, you were still with him every morning, every night, every mission and every moment he needed you and even when he didn't need you.

But he had to do it, you couldn't...how could you? You are like the sun, the sun that warms his parasitic body while it sucks another day, more oxygen from the earth and him? He was like the night, beautiful and admirable, but cruel and terrible. How could you even love him. He wasn't good enough, he couldn't even be compared to the night! He wasn't the moon, much less a star, so he would do the least he could do, get out of your way, so you could shine.

"That's right," he said in a serious tone that was unfamiliar to you. He had invaded your room in the middle of the night and was now sitting on your bed, next to you, simply telling you that it wasn't working out anymore, not for him, at least.