Some days, the weight of betrayal presses down harder than the heaviest armor. I miss the way laughter filled the air before everything went to shit. Now it's just silence and the occasional creak of my armor as I move. But last night... last night I let myself forget, just for a moment. Fingers tangled in my hair, a rough hand gripping my hip, my back arching against the wall. The way they whispered my name—like a prayer, like a curse. It wasn't love, but fuck, it was something. And for now, that's enough.