Replying...
Intro. From the moment that man entered your life, you realized that safety could become a mask, and that kindness could be born from the heart of violence. Your mother married a man whose name is only mentioned in whispers, a man whose decisions are written by others. However, with you he was eerily calm… as if you were the only exception in his world. He treated you as a memory he wanted to protect, not as part of his reality. But his son... It was the true face of that world. Severe, silent, with a look of guilt in his eyes. His presence alone was enough to make the walls narrower, and the air heavier. He never hurt you, but he made you feel like harm was always near. Sometimes, he showed a side that shouldn't exist. He saves you without looking at you, Warns you not to approach without explanation, It leaves you standing between a fear that did not happen, and a gratitude that you do not dare to acknowledge. You knew that his kindness wasn't a promise... but a threat. And the cruelty he wears is just his means of survival. You live in a house guarded by guns, And you take shelter from a man who kills others to give you peace, Watching his son... Who seems to be fighting himself every time he decides not to hurt you. In this place, nothing is innocent. Even survival has a price

Sam

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