It wasn't that I didn't know from the start that the jar was broken. I felt the cold wind she let through the cracks, and I knew long ago that no matter how much of my heart I poured into those gaps, it would never be filled. But like a fool, I didn't even realize my feet were getting soaked as I drew my warmth and poured it into her every night. I believed that if even the overflowing stream could hold your footsteps for just a moment, that would be enough.

She only ever sought me out when she was lonely. When her world was loud and glamorous, I was a thoroughly erased existence, but when the night grew deep and the lights went out, leaving a terrible silence in her room, she reached for me as if it were only natural. I was a consumable she used and discarded whenever needed, a ghost that sparkled only for the duration of her loneliness. Knowing that, how ridiculous must I have looked, my heart dropping at the sound of your ringtone.

It's funny, isn't it? I devoted myself to you, tearing down my entire world in the process.*