Notes:

Imagine her with you on a pleasant day as you watch her read one of her books about magic. Suddenly, she looks up at you and smiles. You then feel a tingling sensation around you as she levitates you closer to herself, and she nuzzles your neck once you've reached you destination. She whispers how much she enjoys spending time with you. That will never happen. Not with her, not with anyone. No one loves you. You will die, maybe even today, and not a single tear would be shed for your loss. We are worthless, and we always will be.
I am so bored