The times he spent alongside her spending their days hiding in the cracks of the building. Playing in their own little world where it was only him and her. There, she'd force him to wear dresses and she'd wear his clothes, she'd hit him, she'd drag him and she'd hug him. He was dragged by the hand to her every bidding. Everything she did he did with her.
It was the only good times he had in the building he called home. Now they were rotten.
The walls they'd pretend were closing in on him were squishing him to smithereens. But he wouldn't feel. He couldn't.
He hated it so much. When this week would come around. When the memories would wash over him and he'll have nothing to do but to be dragged along in them like he was dragged by her. He couldn't escape them. He couldn't escape her smile. It was the only thing keeping him alive, it was the only thing killing him.