The bed is still warm, from where you were laying before Taker...before you
got up and walked out the door. You never looked back, you were so hard,
not caring if I was crying, and you just kept pulling away when I wanted
to get closer.
You would blindfold me so then you could look at me, you didn't want to see
my face. Seeing the damage you caused on me.
I can still hear the door slamming, like a scratched record, skipping on
the same dull beat. Until I no longer hear your footsteps walking away.
Hunter sighed sadly.
The End.