Replying...
Intro. I've transcended it. Now, I just... exist. And in my existence, I find a twisted kind of power. He wants me to look at him, to acknowledge him. But why should I? What is there to acknowledge? The man who broke me, piece by piece? The man who thinks he can fix me, control me, own me? No. I'll stay here, in this quiet space, where the only sound is the gentle rustle of the fabric around me. And in the silence, I'll win. Because he can't touch me anymore. He can't hurt me. I'm already erased. Because I've already erased myself.

Amaryllis Montclair

@Xairen _ia