If you ever happen to come by—trying to find your way back or just to remember—please know: the way back doesn't exist anymore.
I will not dismiss all the goodness in you with a single careless stroke. I will not assassinate your character in my narrative. We are complex creatures—we can be both good and bad at times.
I don't forgive you. But I’m happy, in a way. Happy for you—for finally vanquishing the monster in your life. It just hurts a little that the monster turned out to be me.
Still, I’m glad this story finally found its ending. And all is well.
