Looking back now, I realise I did what needed to be done. He was an insect, a parasite that was slowly sucking the life out of me. Even when I craved that from him because it meant he was paying attention.
It’s the oldest, most basic of instincts. Something we crave, something we loathe, something we feel is as necessary as air but is actually nowhere near that vital. Yet still, we all strive to feel it, at least once.
I stare at it day after day. He didn’t have many talents, but he was a genius behind the camera. The cityscape captured through his lens and magnified to take up the space of an entire wall. I wish I could tear it down.