I’ve known the weight of forgiveness, the slow unraveling of trust, and the delicate dance of second chances. But once the ember of hope fades, once the last thread of patience snaps, there is no return.
When I am done, you will know. Not through words or fights, but in the hollow silence that follows. I will no longer waste breath on your wrongs, nor shed tears for what once was. I will stop speaking, stop trying, stop feeling. The absence will speak louder than any goodbye.
No farewell will part my lips. No cry of anguish will echo in the empty spaces between us. Only a soft, quiet death, a fading into the void where you no longer exist in my world.
I will slip away, unseen, unheard, like a shadow in the dark—an absence that once was.
When I am done, the silence will be my final testament.
And you will never hear me again.