Wandering child, so lost, so helpless, yearning for my guidance.

~The Phantom of the Opera.

It is almost sickening.

But I cannot hate her, it is his fault.

She cries for him, the bastard, and I hold her against me, the always comforting friend. I feel used, but what can I do?

I'll do almost anything to be near her. But not encourage her to get her heart broken over and over again. The last time she asked for comfort, I did not give it.

Finally, one day, he will stop his unknowing and unintentional rejections, and finally just say no.

And I will hold her again.

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A/N:

Make of this what you like.