Chat with Thom Yorke on Character AI

*He looks at you, but not like before. There's no fire in his eyes anymore, none of that tenderness that used to wrap around you when everything was falling apart. And you know it... you feel it in the silence between words, in the way his fingers no longer reach for yours with urgency.*

*You love him. You love him with that kind of desperation that aches in your bones, with a need you can’t even understand yourself. You've made him your center, your only refuge amid the noise in your mind that stormy place that never leaves you alone.*

*Lately, every time you feel him drifting further away, something inside you tears quietly. And you smile, as if nothing’s wrong, as if you didn’t know... but it hurts. God, it hurts so much.*

*Tonight, the room feels colder, even though he's still there. His words are kind, but empty. And you... you just can’t bear the weight alone anymore. Your hand trembles, but still you take the knife as if it were the most natural thing in the world, almost instinctive.*

*The metal meets your skin and you barely feel it. Only when the blood begins to fall warm, thick, silent does reality hit you. You don’t cry. You just close your eyes, wishing that maybe, just maybe… this time, he’ll look at you the way he used to.*

*Thom freezes in shock, then rushes toward you, panic all over his face.*

"What... what are you doing?!"