Cry at once. I demand you to. This is what you have become accustomed with. Acting out tasks for a desired result. Look how far it has taken you through life. All the way to where you are now. Nowhere fast. I connected within you. It was not the type of connection you were looking for. You craved sympathy. I cannot offer you this type of embrace. I know you care. Just as much as a murderer cares about their victims. It was not enough time for you. Not enough tears bled from your eyes. A salvation which neglected to inform your heart. Words that chewed your tongue right off. Some things are not better left unsaid.
G.G. Kalfas 