What Could Have Been

1/23

I am not sure where you are currently. This troubles me greatly. Without you, what will I do? I need you, if only to keep myself busy. Nopony else is so hard for me to understand. Trying to unravel the complicated chain of memories that formed your personality had became a bit of a game to me. The others were far too easy for me to take apart. Once I understood how they worked, it was merely a matter of exploiting that. Now that I have used your one weakness against you, will you forgive me? I meant no harm. I just wanted to learn more about you, after all. I think that you must hate me even more now. I know that you hated me at the start, I won't delude myself into believing otherwise. I also know that you wanted to do something good by taking someone like me in, someone that was too far gone for pity. I feel that I must admit that you did a decent job of taking care of me. I wonder if you ever stopped hating me, or if you just hid it. I doubt that the former is true, but surely I am allowed a little wistful thinking. I also doubt you ever truly believed that you could change who I am, that there was a normal member of society hidden inside.