Where Silence Gathers

Even though it can be hopeless, or unhealthy, or just stupid, we love anyway. Because that’s what love is. Choosing to give it, especially when you shouldn’t.

I keep staring, and I wonder why we push people away. There are a thousands reasons, really, but I think the biggest one - the most important one - is if we don’t, they get close. And then they can see.

There’s no point, I want to shout back. Let me go. But that’s what love is; holding on and holding tight no matter what. Through death, through pain, through everything. There’s a part of me that wants to turn back and be worthy of it. I’m standing on the edge of that bridge, though, and I’m tilting forward. Falling. There is no turning back.

If I listen hard enough, I can almost hear the stars whispering to each other. Cruel, biting whispers.

The most painful emotions are better than none at all. Ironically, we make you human.

As infuriating as he was, I found Forgiveness ... interesting. It's been impossible to forget, the way he looked at me. Not like I'm a dealer selling the drug he wants, or just another duty to be carried though. No, Forgiveness stared at me as if I'm someone. And that's a drug all its own.

With the taste of rum in my mouth and the sting of remembrance in my heart, I set my sights on the man who killed my family.