The news reached my ears
despite their efforts to conceal it.
Archer committed suicide.

The very thing I was afraid of.
As I sat there,
begging for a chance to change my fate,
another part of me broke.

This wasn't bloody Romeo and Juliet.
I was angry at him.
The thought was appreciated, not the act.

To my surprise, it worked against Them.
Too many lives ruined out of their one mistake.

I jumped on the opportunity.

Helping yourself wasn't a sin.