It's the first vivid moment that stood out. Even after six years I remember how i felt I ought to make you feel bad for trudging into my territory. I have always been territorial, hence why I get easily offended: people often forget the thin line we call a boundary. Always violating and surpassing the limits. Funny how that is no longer an excuse when the aftermath of the green envy running through me causes the scarlet crimson splatters on the walls and floors beside your dead body. You were mine and always have been. I guess I can safely say I felt psychotic when in reality I just never did well with sharing. Which is why I believe when you left me, "never straying" was not your kind of lifestyle and I am sorry for crossing that line. I had become a monster without second guessing what I was doing. I was my own damnation and now I'm my only hope if I feel like being saved.