Actually, The Antagonist.
I can see it happening all over again. I am playing some old recording over again. I am attempting to fix some past mistake, maybe. Every demonstration is played out without thought. Each step flawlessly taken to a long and arduous routine. The end is so obvious I am stopping time to avoid it. Nothing can be attained if I continue down this path. I know that every move I make inevitably brings me closer to that talk, then the feeling, then everything is gone. I'll find myself starting again shortly after. I liked this one. No more than the other kids. I am just tired of starting over; tired of searching. What more can I say. I am broken. Repeating every line from a sappy romance. The ending can always be predicted.