He was the fantasy of every girl in the country. He was so far out of her realm, her world, that she should have stopped thinking about him the second the door had closed. Should stop thinking about him immediately. Should never think about him again, except maybe as a client—and her prince.
And yet, the memory of his fingers against her skin refused to fade.
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I think you’re lonely. I think you need a friend. I know I do. My ceaseless compulsions. Monomania. Megalomania. The obsessive drive to control and manipulate every detail of every day. It was exhausting. You were the only one that saw the effort. You’re the only one that ever understood. Maybe I was the only one that ever understood you, too.
Do you know what I remember feeling most of all before I came to reside here?
My constant companion through all the killing and planning and torture and mayhem and rage. Lonely, Batman. Endlessly, ceaselessly lonely.
Maybe people just use different things to fill up the emptiness. Until it becomes less about feeling empty and more about feeding something else.
