Sometimes the most beautiful souls are the most broken. Protect. From the minute I met her, I wanted to offer my protection. Desire. I wanted her to be mine but didn’t have anything of value to offer. Just my jaded heart, broken soul, and undying love. Sacrifice. I gave up my pride, my hostility, and my heart to make her happy. Justice. Fuck the consequences, I would’ve given up anything, even my life, to keep her safe. Tragic. Both our lives were soaked in tragedy from day one. Reckless. I ignored the people who warned me he was dead inside. Truth. Everyone said he was bad, violent, and would drag me down. They were wrong. He was as broken as I was. Strength. Together, we’d heal our hearts and stitch together our souls.