Midnight Gears

In the end, we didn't just survive the darkness; we became it. And the most terrifying part is knowing how much of this tragedy was never fiction. We burned down everything we ever were, just to keep each other warm in the wreckage.

You asked me if it was worth the bleeding. I never answered, because even now, my hands are still stained.

The three of us are a beautiful, ruinous circle, starving for the very chaos that should have torn us apart. As your eyes drift between my stained hands and the dark, knowing smile on his lips, the air grows too thick to breathe-a breathless, agonizing tease where every brush of skin feels like a promise to destroy each other completely. We are bleeding out in the ashes of what we burned, yet none of us are looking for a cure; we're just waiting to see who devours whom first.

None of us were side characters in each other's stories. We were the main characters when our time came, and when our paths diverged, we carried pieces of each other that never fade and it became a curse.