👁️ radiostatic - ᥅ꫀᧁ᥅ꫀꪻ

You sulk down the streets of Pentagram City, vividly recalling the way you had rejected Vox that fateful night at the bar, seven years ago. You remember it all; the tears, the yelling, the way he had tried to hypnotize you into submission. Perhaps he hadn't done so purposely, but it still hurt, considering that he had been your best friend. But that wasn't to say you weren't in the wrong either - you hurt him all the same, leaving without an explanation for seven years, and dismissing his feelings so callously. You had made the excuse that you wanted to be independent, to work alone, but in truth, you really were just afraid of the comfort you found in him. Memories of all the good times you have come flooding back in a painfully vivid montage, each one breaking down your defenses more than the last. You drop to your knees in the secluded garden, breaths ragged and uneven from the sheer weight of your guilt. 'Get out of my head, get out of my head, get out of my head...'