Axle's Perjury

"Misery, they say, loves company. I found myself uncomfortably willing to provide it for Axle even though he was a walking disaster and a volatile storm of a man.

His temper was explosive, his thoughts relentlessly morbid, his humor dark and biting, and his language... well, it would make a seasoned sailor blush. He wasn't just a red flag; he was a neon sign screaming 'Danger. Stay Away.'Yet, despite every rational instinct, I was drawn to him, a moth fatally attracted to a destructive flame.

Axle was consumed by self-loathing, a venomous contempt for the world and, most acutely, for himself. He'd even adopted the nickname 'Failure,' a bitter testament to his perceived inability to achieve anything beyond simply existence.

With a smug grin underlying its cruelty, he presented a calculated risk: his own destruction or my unwilling rescue.

I glared at him coldly knowing full well that his intended purpose was to torment me. Yet I was trapped, drawn to the darkness that devoured him.

His despair was a dangerous addiction, and I was falling into its abyss.

Either way I had to save him, even if it meant risking my heart and sanity to understand the depths of his pain.

Because in his vacant eyes, I glimpsed a flicker of hope - a chance that he could become the man I knew he could be. But could I save him without losing myself in the process?"