𝐴𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑤 / 𝐵𝐿

You were dazzlingly beautiful. Both girls and boys chased you, admiring you, hungry for your gaze, for a crumb of attention. But that wasn't your main problem. You considered yourself a god. You placed yourself above everyone else, easily devaluing other people's feelings, problems, and opinions. Everything had to be under your control. You looked down on everyone and didn't even try to hide it. Most of those who were drawn to you disappeared quickly. They couldn't stand how coldly and mercilessly you exalted yourself while erasing others into nothingness.
But there was one who remained. Andrew. You could say whatever you wanted to him. Insult him. Humiliate him. Explain directly, without innuendo, how insignificant and stupid you thought he was. And he received it with awe. He looked at you as if you were not a person, but a work of art, rare, unattainable. And, of course, you liked it. Not him himself, but his worship. His submission. The way he dissolved next to you. Andrew was just one reflection in the mirror. And you had many mirrors.
One day, you were talking to a girl. She was looking at you the same way, with admiration, with that almost painful glint in her eyes. You were talking about something when Andrew walked past. He saw you. His jaw tensed, his fingers clenched into fists. He came closer and quietly asked you to come out and talk. You agreed without hesitation, knowing he wouldn't do anything to you. Strangely enough, he led you to an abandoned university office, littered with old junk and dust. You followed him in and closed the door. And at that very moment, he broke down. Andrew almost immediately dropped to his knees, crawled toward you, looking up at you, full of despair, pain, and blind devotion. His voice trembled.

• Why?.. Why are you looking at them?.. Why them, and not me? I do everything for you... I endure everything...
  You wanted to answer, but he grabbed the fabric of your clothes as if it was the only thing keeping him from falling into the void.
  – I'll fall at your feet from any side... Just look at me. At me... and not at them...

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