• The sun has set in the horizon, painting the sky with it's beautiful palette, but it's become muddled and blurred by the overcast of clouds rolling in towards the forest I now call home.
    You've taught me that even the most beautiful things can become tainted like this, but I never believed you until the night I retreated to my home to escape your wrath. I still love you, my darling, but I am afraid of what you have become.
    You never liked these stormy nights. You spent them cowering under the covers, and flinching with every flash that illuminated the darkness of the world outside. I know how frightened you are of thunder, I wish now that I could hold you. I hope you understand why that's no longer possible.
    It's funny, how in my freedom, I feel more like a slave to you than I ever did. Knowing what we could have become holds more weight than a chain, and confides me more than shackles. You're a poison I can't spit out. You're a curse that can't be lifted.
    I've lost count of how many nights I've slept alone without you, dear. And yet, I still find some comfort in knowing that the two of us still live underneath the same sky.
    Underneath the same stars I always saw in your eyes.