I am fascinated by people.

It is something you never quite understood. You, who were so secure in your illusions, so confident in your false superiority. You could not fathom my fascination with people. Yet you found yourself fascinated by me.

It is understandable, of course. I was your antithesis, your opposite in every possible way. Where you clung to the light, I walked in the shadows. Where you believed, I questioned. Where you feared being alone, I embraced the solitude. Where you wanted to be the best, I wanted just to be. And you were drawn to it, not willing to accept it, not able to turn away.

You were beautiful. All of your little uncertainties, petty jealousies, ridiculous bravado - these things made you so. But you were pretty, too, delicate and pale, my opposite even in that.

I think I might have loved you.

Of course such a thing was not meant to last. A brief light, startling in its brilliance; a swell of music, sweeter than heaven; a sudden awakening, like kissing god. It was everything that we wanted and nothing that we could possibly need. And in the end, all it did was hurt.

So you ran. I expected nothing less. I knew you, better I think than you ever knew yourself. And when you turned around and walked away, I stood and watched you go.

Because, in the end, what else was there to do?

So tired, it's the sky that makes you feel tired It's a trick to make you see wide It can all but break your heart in pieces

- "The Prettiest Star" - David Bowie

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