"I feel them," I pause, my voice strained. "I feel all the scars on my heart."

We sit across from each other, and I feel the distance growing. Slowly I blink as I watch him slip away. No hint of emotions in his blank expression as he sits a few feet away. "I fell in love with the pain, the sadness. I idolized tragedy," I quietly explain. He doesn't move or blink, but continues to stare through me. "All the bad people in my life... all the people who hurt me, I let them. I am my own undoing. I am the designer of my own catastrophe."

He continues to blankly stare at me.
I look up and return the blank expression.
He hauntingly smiles back.