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You’d stand tall, firm as you open your arms; bracing the world you craved nothing more than to watch crumble with a grin.
Embracing him, in his defiant flaws.
He stood firm, glaring daggers as he dared your movement, your confession.
Aimed, baited.
You did not falter, did not bend to the whims of something so unruly, so detached.
Faltering means death at the hands of your other, the end of a reality you aim to build.
A future where you are forgotten, replaced.
Never missed, never graced with nothing more than some half ass cautionary tale of idyllic dreams.
So, you baited back. Digging in.
Baited, got struck, fought back, pulled every desperate and worthless trick you could. Everything they taught you to do. Everything you’re supposed to do.
Yet, in the end you were battered. Gifted a fate you were desperate to avoid, to run from.
Moonlight cradled your form. A pipe dream scorched and charred.
At least, in the end, you wouldn’t die alone.