Beautiful, sick Ecco, no longer my Echo, both you were. Already lost all those years ago…27…16…11, 11 always remained. So different by sharing the same indifferences.
We used to play, i played you, you played me and we played them. Seeing through all of them but not seeing each other despite knowing it all. We couldnt read each other…we couldnt reach each other.
So close…Feeling each others darkness, falling for it. Our bond, nothing but a shadow, a glimpse of light sometimes but never enough to navigate us back home. Just an abyss of hatred, anger, insecureness, rage.
Addicted to each other way beyond any imagination or past experience. It scared me as it scared you but we liked it and used it for running each other into the ground.
Reaching the peak at the very first evening…and then…ashes…