He came to me at the river’s edge, drenched in blood and silence.
“Kill me,” he whispered.
Instead, I saved him.
He was the heir to a world I had no place in—
a world of violence, power, and ghosts that refused to let him go.
But between his scars and my words,
a man with nothing left to lose
found a reason to stay.
He was never meant to stay.
I was never meant to care.
But some stories are written in ink and blood,
some mistakes feel like fate,
and some promises… were never meant to be kept.
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