You told us you'd never leave us. You smiled and made so many promises. But I guess promises are meant to be broken, because you kept none of them.

Stupidly, I believed your words. And now I can't even remember your voice, which was just so nice to hear once upon a time.

Blindly, I trusted you like a little kid. But that was exactly what I was, wasn't it? A stupid little kid.

I thought you'd be happy to see us. I longed to hug you and talk to you, but you didn't care. It didn't matter to you that we travelled all those miles just to see your face.

You didn't bat an eye at our tears when we realised it was all for nothing.

And it hurt.

It hurt that you were so near I could touch you, it hurt that you didn't care even a little bit, and it hurt when you didn't want to hear our cries.

Maybe it was my fault for thinking that you were going to come back. Because you looked so at ease, so peaceful that day, I knew I had already lost you.

I begged you to come back—we all did. But you were found just fine before we'd come. I just wanted you home, but you were content there, away from us.

Away from us.

Away from me.

I hated that day.

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