raysofmein
She is the embodiment of strength-unyielding, relentless, a force that bends for no one. She fights for what is right, for what benefits her, for what ensures she will never be at the mercy of anyone else. Fear does not exist in her world, nor does regret. She walks away without looking back, loses without mourning, and survives without needing.
But strength is a fragile thing when held too tightly. Can a woman like her truly be untouchable? Can she truly go through life without doubting, without breaking, without longing for something more? Or has she simply spent years convincing herself that she does not need what she secretly craves?
Love was never a choice; it was a burden. "A waste of time," she told herself, a distraction for the weak. But what if she was never as strong as she claimed? What if the fire she wielded was only a shield, a way to keep the world from seeing the girl who was just as lost, just as breakable, just as human?
And what if the one who sees through it all is the person she should fear the most? Someone who does not fight back but stands firm, whose silence speaks louder than her rage, whose patience dismantles her walls piece by piece. A man who is everything she never believed in, yet the only one who stays when the fire burns out.
The things we do for love-the wars we wage, the battles we surrender, the wounds we willingly carve into our own skin-will it be worth it in the end? Or will love be the one battle she was never meant to win?