⌬ ❝Crying❞

[ meto's pov ]
I wasn't blind enough to miss what I was doing to him.
The falter in his smile,
the sorrow in his eyes.

He loved something that wasn't real,
he loves a lifeless doll.
He loves me.

I knew I was hurting him,
it was obvious..

Does it make me twisted?
Knowing I'm hurting him..
Knowing I'm destroying him..
breaking his heart, and ruining his faith.

I couldn't love him.
I'm a doll.
How could I love him?

Ruana is all I have.
The only thing I can love.

What did he see..?
I am broken..
I am beaten..

I'm nothing but torn,
twisted,
...mental..

"Meto..Meto!"

I broke from my thoughts,
my one dark eye flickering up to meet Koichi's,
'Yes?' being my only response.

His next few words caught me off guard,
"You're crying"

I raised a shaky hand to my cheek,
feeling the wetness that slid down it,
had I been crying?

Over what..?

Had I began to cry over him?
Over how pathetic I was?
How useless I was..?

"Meto,"
Once again, he stole me from my thoughts.
"What is going on, my dear?"

I shook my head, body turning away from him,
"I don't know.."

"Me--"

"Stop. Talking."

The world had made me bitter.
I didn't know anything but harshness.