Halo Watters didn't know anything about the streets. He knew the stories people told in church. The prayer requests whispered after service. The names mentioned when someone asked the congregation to pray for a family that lost a son. But Halo had never stood in a room where guns were part of a conversation. Never watched men settle problems with fear instead of words. His world had always been built around faith, patience, and the belief that people could change if they wanted to. He believed in forgiveness. In grace...In second chances. Princess Midnight didn't know anything about that world. Not the way Halo did. Church to her was something people went to when they wanted to feel better about things they had already decided to do. Faith sounded nice in theory, but in the world she grew up in, survival mattered more than sermons. Kingston Midnight didn't raise her to believe someone else would save her. He raised her to protect herself. To control situations before they got out of hand. To make decisions quickly. To never show hesitation in a room full of men waiting for a sign of weakness. Halo believed people deserved mercy. Princess believed mercy could get you killed.

❝𝙞 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚?❞ 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙. 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣. 𝙞 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙'𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜. - short story. started: august 9th 2022 ended: n/a

𝐏𝐓𝐒𝐃: 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐮𝗺𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫. SEQUEL: PTSD.. HEALED

"𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 ,𝘐 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 ..."