Her eyes speak volumes yet her mouth spares no sound. Not anymore at least. Before she used to annoy me to no end. It's better this way. I want things to stay
this way. I enjoy the silence, it allows me time to think. It allows me to remember my place, how I committed such a vile act in the past. At least this is what I try
to convince myself. I try to convince myself that I don't need to hear the comforting and familiar sound of her voice.
Familiarity, that's another thing I try to convince myself I don't need. The thing is though, I do need it, I crave it. I've yearned for many things in my life; Lily and
freedom being my top two. Now all I hunger for is the warmth and familiarity of her voice to envelop me, for her to help me differentiate between who I am and
who I was manipulated into being. Most importantly I want, no need her to convince me that I am a good person because that's something only she would do.
She'd be my savior, the only person who'd see past my cracked exterior, the only person who would try. She'd help me live a life that I never even imagined, filling
it with emotions that would almost feel foreign. I'd drawn this out so perfectly, delving into insanity as I progressed. And now I'm just left in the middle of this sea
of madness, with no lifeline to speak of for kilometers to go.