"Come back to me," it said. Oh, like a moth to flame I would follow it wherever it led me, uncaring what it was leading me into. It wanted me to stay, to stay in that forever place of fevered daydreams and sleep deprivation. To control, excite my inner demons and warp my needs to its own.

"Come back to me." I had wanted to. I wanted to reach out and grab what I wanted and pull it inside warmth and comfort, shielding it. But I no longer have the will to do so anymore. Tired of its lies and hard comforts, swirling emotions empty platitudes. Never again.