Today, the sky finally fell.
Perhaps it is karma, or perhaps I am simply a curse—shattering the things I love, then drowning in the guilt. They held the blade, but I am bleeding out and apologizing for the mess. It is a suffocating torture to look at the people who broke me and realize I am more angry at my own soft heart than their betrayal. I call myself weak for being too trusting, a fool for remaining tender in a world of wolves.
I carry the weight of my blame, the agony, and the imprint of your ghost... but I will leave the lights on, just in case you ever find your way back to me. Always.
-H

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