"I wish he wanted to see me more often. I wish I was more than just an afterthought to him. I wish I could get him to show some fucking emotion towards me once in a while. He doesn't believe love exists, and he's too stubborn ever to change his views on anything, so the only convenient way out for him is to just forget that I love him. If he were ever reminded, he'd freak out and leave. He's already done it once, when I first told him."

His voice is dull, monotone. He lets out a quiet snort of humorless laughter.

"Seeing him more often wouldn't do me a damn bit of good unless he actually cared."