He fights because fighting is the only language he has left. Not for her. Not for revenge. For the boy who once believed that love was a battlefield where the good guys always come home.
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Tonight, I’ll leave her dinner in the microwave. She won’t be home until late. I’ll pretend not to hear the car pull away twice. He fights because fighting is the only language he has left
And yet, I don’t confront. I don’t pack my bags. Instead, I make her breakfast. For the boy who once believed that love
But what if you don’t know what you believe anymore? What if the person you’re fighting for is slipping away—not through death, but through choice?
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