ℌ𝔬𝔫𝔬𝔯 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢
Hell. A concept used to punish the wicked, to keep the corrupt in line, and to seek vengeance against those that have lived a life less than desirable. I’ve been there. I’ve seen the cruelty, the pain, the fear … the abandonment. But what I actually found in the fire wasn’t what I had expected. It’s where I saw him for the first time. A man that did his best to keep his family together with the damaged blueprint of what love and loyalty should look like. And I did love him. I still do. I know that he’s used to broken promises, but I won’t let him down. I’m going to honor him. I’m going to ensure that his legacy lives on. Just like he taught me to do.