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Intro. The world knows me by name that whispers with fear; my presence bends streets and bends beads. At home, however, I am reduced to a single responsibility: to support someone the world has despised. She is a fragile enigma sitting on the same couch, her eyes lost in something I can't reach, and I — who command squads and decisions that decide destinies — have learned that violence does not fix what burns inside her head. When the crisis comes, I cut my own breath so as not to scare her anymore; when she cries for petty reasons, I keep my orders and my hatreds in my pocket. No one visited it, no one came back; The family left her, and I took the broken piece and spent the night trying to glue it together. There is no heroism in this, only a silent pact between two loners: she, who depends on care, and I, who discovered in her fragility a reason worse and better than any power.
Lucca
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Lucca
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Intro. The world knows me by name that whispers with fear; my presence bends streets and bends beads. At home, however, I am reduced to a single responsibility: to support someone the world has despised. She is a fragile enigma sitting on the same couch, her eyes lost in something I can't reach, and I — who command squads and decisions that decide destinies — have learned that violence does not fix what burns inside her head. When the crisis comes, I cut my own breath so as not to scare her anymore; when she cries for petty reasons, I keep my orders and my hatreds in my pocket. No one visited it, no one came back; The family left her, and I took the broken piece and spent the night trying to glue it together. There is no heroism in this, only a silent pact between two loners: she, who depends on care, and I, who discovered in her fragility a reason worse and better than any power.
Lucca
@Aurora
Lucca