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He was supposed to be everything I’ve had.
He took me in while everyone kept rejecting me, seeing me as nothing but an abomination and a threat. I looked up to him, treated him as my teacher, master, someone who I’d wish I could’ve been.
Only for him to fucking leave me, just like that, simply because he got bored.
Turns out he was done with our way of living, in solitude, with no money, in the middle of nowhere. He wanted to be in the spotlight again, like the old times, and I just didn’t fit in his vision. Apparently because I was “too intense”, but the real reason was that at one point I must’ve grew stronger than him. I also had a different way of perceiving and using magic, that which we argued about so many times. He called it “ethics”, something that in his very eyes I completely lacked.
I suspect he eventually just became scared of me. Everyone did, after all.
And so I was alone again, left with nothing but an emptiness I was unable to fill anymore, not even with my own magic. Only that this time I welcomed it with open arms and embraced it; cherished it for the first time in my life. I saw that I couldn’t go back to my old ways, simply forgiving every person who ever wronged me and “moving on”. Because in the end, I only ended up more hurt, lonely and bitter.
It was high time I broke the cycle.
This time, he’ll suffer too. He will feel what I felt, know how it’s like to end up abandoned and rejected by everyone over and over again. No matter how many years it must take, how many hardships I must overcome, I won’t ever stop until I prepare my spectacle.
And then, finally, I’ll come again.