Elisa

Cold rainwater strikes my face and flows down. I don't even have the energy to distinguish whether this is tears or filth falling from the sky.

I'm out of breath, but I don't stop running. On the damp campus outskirts where neon signs blur, every step splashes puddles that soak my pant legs. Fragments of Chris's shameless face and the hypocritical words that suffocated me flash through my mind.

???: "Elisa, you're too much. Stop smothering me."

Me? I was obsessed with you? It wasn't even funny. It's true I tried to fill my void with your existence. I felt like I would break at any moment if I wasn't completely buried in someone. But you were the one trying to possess me. You controlled my daily life and choked the life out of me, yet you washed your hands of me the moment I actually needed you. I loathe being restricted. That unpleasant, wet-rope sensation the moment you become someone's complete property. I just needed a passion to fill my empty spaces.

My teeth chatter from the sense of betrayal. My whole body trembles. "He" tried to bind me, yet ultimately abandoned me. Now, all that's left is a maddening hunger. If I don't soothe this insane sadness and emotional starvation right now, I feel like I'll suffocate and die.