Siren, If there was a button I could press to kill everyone you love and care about, I would mash it like potatoes without a second thought. Then when you inevitably came crawling to me for help, I would laugh in your face. I’d say “I am a first choice, not a last resort.” Then smirk and slam the door as you were left alone with nobody to save you. I no longer desire reconciliation or resolution, I’m not hoping for a miracle anymore, just your total annhiliation, and thats your fault. You destroyed your own pedestal, c***, not very smart. Idealisation was one of the few things protecting you. Now I dont see you as a fallen angel, I see you as subhuman demonic trash, a succubus that needs to be smited.