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Destroyed

I couldn’t have won, of course. Not against you, Jack. You always had me in your power. But this is not about winning, is it –  

it’s about losing.

I should have let you go. I should have tried to erase your cocky smile from my memory. But I craved the bars of my prison too much to break them down. Would you be angry if you knew I associate you with the lack of freedom? Or would you just grin, safe in the knowledge that whatever I do –  

I can’t get to you.

Oh, I tried. I tried to hurt you so often that I have lost count. I tried to mark your soul just as you had marked mine. But I failed. Because your soul is not bound to your flesh, but flies freely above the seas of the world. I can break your body, mar your skin with my sign and pretend it binds you to me forever –

but I can never reach your soul.

And you know it. You know that nothing can really hurt you. That makes you so annoyingly confident. All you have to do is sway and grin teasingly at the world and everybody lies at your feet even if they pretend to stand upright. That’s why they are all here. They all want you. Some might even claim they have you, deep inside knowing, it’s nothing but an

illusion.

Was I the only one who had to ask for the fake bliss you give away so generously? Was I the only one who had to face a rejection?

You destroyed me, Jack.

You destroyed me, but couldn’t finish what you’ve started. You wouldn’t.

That’s why I’m here. To force you to destroy what’s left of me.

Do it, Jack. You’re not cruel, you can’t just walk away again and leave me longing for your mercy, you will fire those canons and send me to the

depths.

Do it, Jack.

Teach me how to hate you.