[Private] Betwixt Inamorata and Dysphoria

[yuuya_kun]

I sit here next to you, smiling as you lay unconscious.
But I'm not here.
Not really.
Not anymore.
It's like there's a wall between us.
Thick like brick, and as invisible as glass.
I see you.
You see me.
But hardly a word passes through our lips.
What happened while I was away?
You're not telling me the truth.
It's more like I'm living alone.
When I left, what was it like for you?
And when I came back, where did you go?
Always leaving without even a mumble.
You'd only return when the stars dissipated.
They're not the only ones.
I conclude in confinement.
When you skip class.
When you skip out on me.
Whatever happened to the good moments.
I refuse to become empty.
If you cared you'd see how much you're hurting me.
The way you blow me off, the way you pretend I'm not even there.
Ignorance is bliss.
Not this time.
Conforming to the typical matters of unfathomable addiction.
I'll rest a hand on your shoulder, before you leave again.
And maybe, this time, you were wrong.