The Fortress at the Graveside

sharp and deliberate.

“He was right,” she said. “You try so hard to be a man. But men want warmth. Passion. You’re just… dry.”

I didn’t scream.

I didn’t cry.

Training kicked in. When you’re ambushed, you don’t panic. You assess.

I looked down at the ring on my finger. I had loved that ring. I had imagined a future built around it. Now it felt heavy. Restrictive.continue reading …