[3rd Place in @evethespy's 'Waffle Cones' one-shot contest] They say the strongest weapon of all, the most cruel, the deadliest, are words. They hold power, they hold strength. They hold the power, the strength, to make or break someone. They hold the power, the strength to either build or destroy a relationship. They hold the power to heal and yet also to damage. But there are three specific words, that can cut through you like a knife, or stitch up the wounds once opened by them. Four years ago, Emily and Fletcher said those three words to one another. But a lot has changed since that day. Too much, in fact. So much that they can't even tell what's right from wrong, what's good from bad and what's real from fake. And all because of one bittersweet tragedy that stood in their way and ruined it all. But that doesn't mean that it can't be removed, that they can't come out of the battle alive. It solely depends on if those three words still mean as much to them as it did four years ago. _