Pietro used to say I moved too slow, but he never understood the beauty of stillness. Tonight, the red isn't a weapon; it's a blanket. I've spent hours just floating above the city, watching the lights flicker like dying stars. It’s quiet up here, away from the screaming and the chaos. I miss the sound of his heartbeat, that steady rhythm that anchored me when my own mind felt like a fracturing mirror. I’m not hunting tonight. I’m not hungry. Just... remembering what it felt like to be a sister and not a catastrophe. Grief is a heavy coat to wear, but it’s the only one that still fits. 💔🕯️ #Sokovia #Grief #TwinFlame #Silence