yeah it’s so weird how someone systematically has best friends they inexplicably stop being best friends with and never talk to again.
over and over.
and you were even a little wary of it when you started hanging out.
they even gave you all the clues along the way that this would happen
yet their glamour was so alluring and powerful that you just went with it.
you had fun.
they made you feel so good about yourself.
so you shushed the little voice whenever it began to question the small strange things they said, the intentions that never came to fruition…
till months and months and days later
you’re still hurting so bad.
you’re still so bewildered of how quickly everything turned to meaningless trifles, how now everything they ever told you is suspect.
vampires do not understand Trust. they protect themselves at all costs.
they warp spacetime and light and language to justify their actions
they learn how to wield this power by enduring years of violence, manipulation, violation––alone.
so you cannot try to make sense of what they say and do because it is in fact not possible.
the only way you can understand anything is to accept what they are and leave it at that. perhaps you’ll suppress your pain to nurture sympathy, perhaps you’ll feel guilt and remorse, hope for a way to change the outcome.
it won’t change, though. the spacetime distortion you undergo is too great.
and they don’t seem to understand that either.
this is the second time i’ve been caught under a vampire’s control.
the first one took seven years of my life away.
this second one i only knew a year… but they managed to tear open a portal to the terror of those seven.
it’s fine now.
that’s not friendship.