I was never enough, but you kept searching for me, in shadows, in dreams, between the cracks of reality. Your words were sweet, but I tasted the bitter core, a truth you hid, because you couldn’t bear it yourself. You didn’t want me, only the idea of me, an illusion, a picture that never broke, because it was never real. I was the echo of your emptiness, a mirror for your fears, and I held you, until my arms grew too tired, until I disappeared. Now I stand here, a shell longing to be filled, no toy, no savior, just me, finally me. And you’re still searching, in stranger’s faces, in new stories, but you won’t find me, because I’m gone, and this time, I’m not coming back.