So Glass and Loss meet,
are now facing each other.
Loss bathing in her confidence,
aware of  what is yet to come,
knowing her opponent is lost.

The playful enemy,
never shutting up,
always knowing the way.

She then announces her game,
 the one she made up for Glass.
"I know what it is you need to do,"
she chirps in excitement of the act unfolding in front of her.

Knowledge of how hard it will be for the other making Loss feel undisputed in her spot.

"The one who created their stages of anxiety must also be the one who masters them."
The words seem so logic,
yet they send shivers down Glass' spine.

How could I be able to master said stages, she thinks to herself.
The environment they're in,
surrounded by the stoney statues,
is familiar to her.

Loss would never create such a place.
Loss is too strong from all the emotional damage.
It made her
playful,
impertinent,
confident,
wise.

All things Glass is longing for.
"You feel it, don't you?,"
the cheeky one adds again, her arms crossed in front of her chest.
And Glass wishes she could disagree but that would be a lie.

Longing.
She feels it clearly,
making it seem like it gets stronger with every breath she takes.

"What do you long for," once again her opposite speaks up.
It makes the unsure soul open her mouth for a moment,
before closing it.

"Of course you don't know."
"Wait, now I do."
"Tell me."
"Love from someone."
"Knew you were going to say that. Wrong."

It makes Glass press her lips together tightly, eyeing the other.

"You don't even question why you're so unhappy at this point, you just accept it like it is part of your being. Don't you?"
Silence.
"You think you figured it out, don't you?"
Silence.
"You think the key to happiness lies in someone else's approval, don't you?"
Silence.

"As usual.
It takes more than that.
You feed yourself with all this artificial crap which only lasts for a good moment
and after that it dies down, terribly.
And what you're left with is longing for something that will never fully satisfy you.
Something that shouldn't be your first priority.
You're worse than someone needing their drugs.
Pathetic."

Loss does never shut up and Glass is always forced to listen.

"You're the only one you should be longing for, Glass."