You drove me into a corner. I told you to stop. You shut me up & drove me further into that corner. Only when I was this close to breaking did you turn to see what you've done.

Because of you, I lied to the people who wanted to save me. I took the blame for everything. I told everyone that if I hadn't been so weak, it wouldn't have happened. Because despite all you've done, I still wanted to protect you.

You even turned the tables against me & made it sound like I was really the one at fault.

And now you're doing it again.

I didn't say anything. I didn't make a fuss, because I didn't want trouble. We were messed up & fragile enough as we were. No matter how much it hurt, I decided to simply put up & shut up.

But now it just seems to me that you won't be able to feel that personal fulfillment unless the story ends up with you being absolutely better than me. If that's what you want, fine. What's the use of being (supposedly) the best when all I get is you whining & howling at my feet?

You win. You're smarter than me. You're better looking compared to me. You have the one thing I've always wanted; the one thing I'd given up so much for. You win. Now please leave me alone.