I hate him. Yes, I realize that my methods of communication are not as beautiful as his. But the way I am convinced he loves me, the way he caresses my scarred body, and the way he whispers worthy secrets to me in the night, influences me to go mad.

As much as I tell myself I have no emotions, my feelings expose them selves even further. His voice, slender arms and ghost white skin is what is keeping me alive in the most dramatic matter. The lies I am told that he loves me is what is destroying me the most.

But he and I alike both know the truth; His fake intentions are what kept me sane. It is no secret that the truly feeling lay embedded into Sanosuke's heart and skin. But his kind feelings to keep me as close as possible have succeeded over the years and influenced me to find someone of my own. I am over him.

I hope.