"Let Your Soul Kneel to My Heart"
He exhaled the smoke from his cigarette as if releasing his soul. The ember dimmed, but the fire in his chest roared louder.
“How did I become this chained to you?” he murmured, his voice hollow. “Like shackles on my heart… How does one leave when they were imprisoned in someone’s love? How did I, so cautious and aware, fall victim to you? And how does one heal from wounds carved by the one they trusted?”
There was no reply. Just the silence of her gaze, fleeing from his.
“Tell me,” he whispered, “how do I rip you from my chest when you’ve rooted yourself like a rose among thorns—cutting me every time I try to let go? I bleed when I forget you, I break when I hate you. What kind of curse is this? And now you ask for forgiveness… Tell me—will forgiveness teach me how to forget?”
She blinked away tears, her voice trembling like a confession:
“I hurt you… and I hurt myself too. Your wounds burn inside me like fire. Let me heal them. Let me give you my soul, fill your heart with a love that honors you, that redeems me. I’ll erase the pain with tenderness, heal you with my beauty, my cunning… I killed you, I know. Let me bring you back to life.”
He crushed the cigarette between his fingers. Harshly, he barked:
“Then bow.”
She bowed, voice soft, eyes lowered.
“And here I am, my love… I bow before your heart, in surrender. Will you forgive me now?”
A wicked smile curled on his lips.
“Stab my heart,” he said coldly. “Ask for forgiveness. Wish for death. Because my forgiveness… is fire. And in it, you shall burn.”