For once, this chapter is about another someone.

Someone who noticed I was hungry.

Someone who pitied me.

Someone who made me some food.

Someone who tried to show me affection.

They noticed I was weak and hurting.

They felt bad but didn't care. Pity, not empathy or sympathy.

They fed me lies and baited the hook to tease me with.

They strung me along and then shut me out, making me wonder what is it that I did wrong.

I feel like a stray, once again.

My refuge from my storm has rejected me, once again.

I no longer feel safe and comforted, once again.

I no longer smile or feel happy, once again.