A cool knife gliding across trembling skin. A fine edge to walk with blood rushing through heated veins. Balance over dominance of body shattered, falling upon itself in a suicide pact.
Forced coercion to act, they are no better than her. Their contrition withheld for the time being. No amount of words they offer could ever make up for the pain.
Fine lines are walked, crossed, and broken. First mind and body ravaged. Now the heart...ties cut and severed to a degree. Cold walls built up to salvage what is left. Stepping lightly in order not to fall.