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𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡

Kill your family, your friends, yourself. But keep your lover alive.

That was the last words she had left. Not a defense, no, she wasn’t being accused. No one cared enough to blame her. No one even knew who the hell she was anymore.

Once, there had been family. A few friends, scattered and temporary. And a body count that kept rising after every night out. She could’ve laughed at how easy it had been to ruin everything. How natural.

But now she stood in the wreckage of a life she wasn’t even sure had ever been real.

She’d torn apart what she had with Lu, piece by piece, driven by a jealousy she swore she could control until it controlled her. The people who used to orbit her had cut her off like a tumor. Too volatile. Too loud. Too much.

Maybe it wasn’t because of who she was. Maybe it was because of who she became when she dove headfirst into a pool of liars and convinced herself she could swim.

At the very end, she killed who she used to be.

And it hurt.
God, it hurt.

There was no way to make it poetic or no one to mourn the loss.

Just a girl standing still while the world moved on. And her call for help went unanswered. Again and again.

Feet on the ground.
Head somewhere she couldn’t reach.
Heart in the hands of a man.
Begging to be saved.

She had nothing left. Not even prayers. Just the memory of her…fading, bleeding, still hurting.

“Mama, will we be alright?”
“Whose voice is that?”

“You were here once.”
“Where have you gone? Why?”

No answer. Just silence.

Just the echo of someone she used to love. Someone who used to love her.