𝗄͟𝖺͟𝗍͟𝗁͟𝖾͟𝗋͟𝗂͟𝗇͟𝖾͟.

but still, he stood there. an open wound in the shape of a man. a beaten dog. and she just couldn't do it. she could never do it. never hurt him, even with the truth.