Twisted - freewrite

All I wanted was to be lonely with you.
For a while, that was the definition of happiness, for me. Being lonely with you, because I knew, in a way, in an alley down my soul, that you'd understand and let me be quiet and wouldn't be too far apart.
But after eons of waiting, after opening my loneliness to you – my most intimate of intimacies – and seeing it grow cold, I realized you'd never come. That I was buried somewhere deep down and I screamed and I cried.
Please come.
Please come. Why did you leave me here?
Alone...

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I could've been alone, if only I had been with you. You could've created the space inside my head to be lonely but comfortable. But since you're not here, my thoughts have come to suffocate me, to drown out all logic and reason, so that now, I cry and storm through the empty, forgotten palaces in my head. And you don't come.
I see the rooms, abandoned. Yet again. Yet again. And it's strange, because every time I come in the room, I expect you to be there. I hope, against all imaginings, for some wild and twisted miracle and for you to be sitting there. Waiting for me.
But you never are...
So, I claw at the windows and at the furniture. The empty chairs. I've raked them all with my nails, I've wept and screamed and hit them with my fists, as if, through some wonder, they could tell me why you weren't there. I have filled the undersides of my nails with splinters, waiting for you.
Wishing you were here.

I am alone, now, and my nails are twisted.

And you...you were never here.

Freewrite from the prompt word 'fingernail', written for @mariannewest's 5 Minute Freewrite Challenge - check it.