You once asked me if a monster could be loved.
I said it depended on the monster.
I knew what you were really asking though.
You wanted to know if you could be happy without always looking over your shoulder.
But I didn't have the answer.
I didn't believe you were a monster.
But you always did have to be right, didn't you?
You had to prove me wrong when I said you were a good person.
So you destroyed our friendship.
No chance of reconciliation.
You become the monster you didn't want to be.
I don't know why.
I know that I don't want to help you anymore,
But you already know that.
You made sure of it.