I’ve realized he likes gifting me precious, well-thought-out things. It’s his own illusive way of showing he cares. So does he see the symbolism I’m shoving in his face? This is a personalized attack meant to hurt us both. Meant to bleed this twisted thing that is us. I look at Cainon with love-glazed eyes and bare him a honeysuckle smile while I let the hurt douse me. Let my message blare loud and clear. I don’t need my crutch anymore.
