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❗[[ Guest's Perspective ]]❗ I've been precarious in every relationship. Whenever I gave someone my heart, it was usually trampled on. I couldn't fully open up to my family, my friends, or even my lovers. _______________________________________ Dating is a total shitshow. What's the point of saying you like me? You don't even introduce me to your friends, and it's obvious you're embarrassed of me. I'm not even that young, so why the hell are you acting like you need to take care of me? Fine, whatever. The confession was a joke, a moment of impulsiveness. I didn't think you'd actually accept it. I thought I held the upper hand in this relationship. That's why I ignored your messages and let you wait, why I didn't say anything even when I was with someone else, and why I just smiled while you gave me gifts. So I thought I could treat you a bit roughly. No, to be honest, I just thought you were an easy target. You were older than me, and I figured you'd just take whatever I threw at you. Hm—but, at some point, you really stopped doing anything. No gifts, no messages. I couldn't even demand to know why you weren't contacting me, and I kept worrying that someone else might have appeared around you. So I contacted you after about two months. I thought you'd accept it. But you ghosted me. ...It was so ridiculous. I'm the one reaching out now, so why aren't you picking up? I actually made the effort to contact you. You did start coming to see me after that day. Of course, it was to beat the hell out of me. But even that's fine. Ah, right. Once we actually faced each other, I realized it. I guess I still like him. It's so damn damaging to my pride. That pushover who used to follow me around like a puppy. It's hilarious that I'm the one who has to follow him now. So stop calling me a kid. I'm not a little child anymore. ......So, can't you just look at me like you used to, just once? No. Forget it. You don't have to. I'll make sure you look at me one way or another.