*disguised, faintly feminine script*

[enigmaticmedium.livejournal.com]

I can't forget what happened last night, no matter how much I want to.  I wish I could believe it truly were only a dream, but the morning which both lifts the veil of darkness and covers our eyes with deception cannot erase these memories.

So long as we were able to hold onto each other, I truly believed that we would somehow escape.  That, clasping hands tightly, we would walk through any obstacle side-by-side.  But in this place, those bonds I had trusted to be stronger than death itself were broken.  At that moment, when we were tested most, you chose your own life to protect and left me to my fate.  Only luck saved me then, as I no longer cared if I lived or died.  

And yet, this morning, I cannot hate you.  It was always your choice to make, and you have made it.  Broken promises seem weak from the start, when I look back on them with these eyes no longer clouded by naïveté.  Just as I cannot hate, I cannot forgive.  This space in my heart is empty now, and I find myself no longer interested in even leaving this place.  It does not matter where I am.  I will never have my home back now.

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[hellmunchkin.livejournal.com]

All love here is futile. The lover always gives so much and winds up alone and bleeding. It is better to embrace the pain and loneliness. All love ends in rejection, failure, and death.

Your home is gone and you are trapped forever.