How could the death of someone you had never met affect you so?
Sometimes people who seem good end up being not as good as you might have hoped, you know?
How easy it was to capitalize on a person’s own bent for self-destruction; how simple to nudge them into non-being, then to stand back and shrug and agree that it had been the inevitable result of a chaotic, catastrophic life.
He had never been able to understand the assumption of intimacy fans felt with those they had never met.
Then I have some bad news for you, because humans are going to destroy each other as soon as it becomes easy enough to, which will be very soon.