flouridation

I wanted to be your everything; however, I wanted you to be nothing. It has gone on like this for a bit now. I make futile attempts to desecrate your confidence and fervor for that silly incompetent Goddess of yours, and you spit in my face metaphorically by keeping silent and stoic throughout my atrocious treatment during the commonplace mood swings I have. Our days spent together differ quite a bit from when we began but the nights I devote to watching you sleep in ignorance are all the same as they begun. Hot angry tears cascade down my supple, perfect cheeks while I make mental accusations about you in the still of this quiet night. Don't

I really couldn't tell you how long I had stayed after the night we finally held our first conversation with one another. I spent a long time after that night trying to find any solution to everything to make both the Skyloftians and demons happy and able to live with each other on the surface, but with the revival of someone as evil and heartless as Demise it was simply impossible. I don't know why Ghirahim was so bent on bringing him back anyway; he even seemed flabbergasted when Demise cast him aside like a piece of trash that fateful day. There was no way to remedy any of it really and guilt still floods my heart this very moment just con