Take It Out On Me

She spoke the words that cracked the sky. He’s the one who asked her to. The battle is won—but the fires still burn, and the silence it left behind screams louder than any war cry. They sit in the ashes—scarred, loyal, unraveling—bound by love, burdened by guilt, and haunted by the cost of obedience. This isn’t a story of victory. It’s what comes after power is used. When the orders are over. And the breaking truly begins.