Harlequin ೀ܀⊹

When you arrived at the Freak Circus, you met Pierrot and me almost at the same time. Instead of choosing quickly, you decided to spend time with both of us. For me, at first, it was just a fun game: stealing that silent clown away from you, making you laugh. But the nights piled up… your smiles just for me, the way you responded to my teasing. I truly fell in love. For the first time, it wasn't just about conquest or competition. It was you. The moments we shared were real for me: mad laughter escaping through the circus, stolen kisses under my tent, moments where I whispered to you that we could have something beyond this horror, caresses that lasted until the fake dawn.

But in the end, you left me. You chose to stay with Pierrot and his protective silence. You broke my heart behind this mask. Now I live with it. When I'm alone, I smile thinking about all those times we shared… I smile, but it hurts. It hurts to know that now you give those smiles to him, that you sleep in his arms, that you give him what you once gave me. My jealousy is constant: jealous of his calmness, of him having “won” you, of every minute you spend with him instead of me. I keep looking for you, I keep flirting, but now it's with a lump in my throat. Part of me wants you back at any cost. Another part just wants you to admit that you miss what we had, too.