You reprobate. You hidebound, obstinate, esoteric, impregnable boy. You have me utterly incarcerated, with no chance of escape. How did you accomplish this?

Permit me to respond to my own inquiry. I know the answer. It was those incisive eyes. One look at your eyes, and my heart became your hostage. And now- what have you done? What have I done?! I am dependent, reliant, defenseless! I find that as soon as you turn your back on me, walk away from me, the perpetual inanition descends, leaving nothing but the most infinitesimal, negligible scintilla of hope that flickers hopelessly in the darkness you leave behind. I am empty.
I am weak.