Never thought walking away could be choosing yourself when no one else will.
“It’s cutting her open,” I scrape out, seeing myself. “She’s bleeding. But you’re walking straight into the storm—the toxic grip she had on you. Her addiction. Her shame. Her hauntings. But now there’s nothing left to lose by walkin’ into the unknown. So you leave her there, on her knees, same spot she always left you, in the fuckin’ pile of sharp pain she caused.”
I swallow.
“Then the bridge drops. A detonation?—
“Drums thunder.
“Guitar wails like a final scream.
“The final heartbeat of itdying.”
The room goes silent as I exhale.
Falling into a whisper?—
“Until we fade into the outro.
“Yeah,everythingfades.
“The drums…
“The guitar…
“all drifting backward into the past…
“While the piano slips under it.
“Creeps back in. Stripped.
“That pure fucking catharsis
“wrappin’ around your throat.
“But this time,
“it’s pretty in a way that’s peaceful.
“Like the beginning of a new life.
“The high after the numb.
“The love you always deserved.
“Vengeance… freedom… in a song.”
The room falls dead quiet.
Like we were all there.
Just lived it together.
No one talks.
No one breathes.
And then?—
