Connection lost: Trish

When was it that we began to drift apart? You'd pushed all the right buttons, known how to play the game well enough to keep me hanging. Wanting you, I'd lost myself in an eternal abyss of fake light - consumed by your lust which I'd confused for a love. But all was lost when the flames died away at the point when I was no longer but another puppet.

Pulled by the strings, cut off at the root; our connection lost.

The End

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