“There’s a graveyard in my chest where all the things I never said are buried. I wander through it at night, digging up ghosts with trembling hands, whispering apologies to bones that never listened. I don’t bleed red anymore — just static, smoke, and silence.”
"She knew he’d destroy her_piece by piece, kiss by kiss, until there was nothing left but the echo of his name inside her chest. And still, she stayed, because ruin felt a lot like love when it came from him"