She kept staring at me. I was a mess. I was smiling with teary eyes and that made her uncomfortable. I didn't know why she was upset, what part of me was to blame. Maybe I had kept her stick to me for too long. I always knew I should have let her go when there was still time. When her innocence was still intact. When I still had my sanity left in me. When the world was tender enough to take care of her. When I had the chance to save her from me... I no longer had the ability to understand her. Her soul was like a long forgotten stranger to me now. And the most important thing is that it didn't make me feel anything. Nothing for this situation, nothing for her. I was numb, only alive through the pleasure of pain and darkness. This was my world. And she didn't belong here. But she was stuck here with me with no way to get out even if she wanted to. Her love for me had crippled her. I have always thought of love as a weakness. But seeing her now, I had started to believe it. Love indeed was a weakness. But I have risen above it. Maybe I had turned irredeemable. Maybe that was the reason for her sorrow. But I didn't care anymore. I was free now...
'Why are you deliberately going through all this misery?', she asked.
'I like chaos', I said...