He Stands at the End of Memory
Through all of it I stayed calm and unmoved, neither sad nor glad, neither bitter nor hateful.
He no longer stirred my heart and no longer caused me pain. I could not even summon any extra feeling for him.
Every time, it was Julian who stood in front of me, politely turned away his intrusion, and quietly led me off.
Time after time he came, and time after time he hit a wall.
At last he saw that I had truly let go.
I would not come back, and I would never be his again.
The certainty in his eyes shattered completely, leaving only a dead, hollow desolation.