Nov 16, 2025
Well, the man behind the fiction had a terrible conviction when he saw himself reflecting in my eyes:
He’s a memory of long ago, preserved emotions left aglow, an echo who’s been hiding in disguise.
Fortunate for me, he doesn’t get upset /s
Making sure I know he’s there whenever I forget /srs
Locked up somewhere in the rot, there to let me know that we deserve the story we got.
In a fiction written long ago, I held your hand, then let it go.
The knight in shining armor plunged his sword into his maiden’s lungs.
So, was it out of mercy?
Or maybe dual suicide?