Thread. (EulBert)

She pulls away,
again and again.
They let go-just enough to keep holding on.

She calls it neglect.
They call it duty.
No one is exactly wrong.
No one is entirely right.

So she rebels.
Not with noise, but with absence.
Not with rage, but with distance.

What she doesn't see is this:
They return, in quiet ways.
They step in when the world isn't watching.
They love her-just not always where she can see it.

This is a story of the space between love and resentment,
and what happens when both sides forget to say the things that matter-
until it's almost too late.