6331. A Stalemate of Souls

The memories of last winter, and the spring that followed, linger like shadows against a fading light—a spectacle that collapsed so completely into ruin. Looking back through the fog of it all, I see now that we were reaching for entirely different things: I sought an eternity of moments, while you were merely counting the coin in my palm.

​When you offered a second chance, the gesture felt hollow. I might have surrendered what you asked for, yet to do so would be to betray my own soul. Too much bitterness has passed between us, planting a seed of doubt too deep to unearth. You cling to your righteousness; I remain anchored in mine, locked in a stalemate without end. Perhaps this quiet parting is our only mercy. I walk away refined by the struggle, while you are left guarded, learning never to trust again.