flutterbypsyche
They say secrets are bound to be told, especially the ones that carry the weight of someone else's pain. But what if silence is the only wall standing between the most precious person you've ever loved and a truth that would shatter them?
Isn't a lifetime of silent suffering a fair trade for one more day by their side-even if it means choosing their peace over someone else's justice, and your own exhaustion over the relief of giving up?