titik akhir di batas nadir.

A full year has turned, and a history ends without the strike of a gavel.

"Do not love something that stands still," you said. For behind the warmest embrace, thorns often work in silence.

Ultimately, the seasons shift and your true colors bleed out. You began with words soft as velvet, before letting those hidden thorns sink deep, right when I had nothing left to sacrifice.

Now, my chest is wide open. Empty, like a house stripped of its dwellers.

I did not die of heartbreak; I simply stopped walking because my path was cleanly severed by the truth you masked behind your grace.

Thank you for that kindness—whether genuine or hollow. For the moments that were once beautiful, and the sharp ache that followed. I am backing away now, playing the exact script you wrote. I walk away, pocketing your freezing words.

Not because I am giving up, but your thorns have rendered the road ahead impassable.

I must salvage what remains of myself. Don't worry, I will remember how seamlessly you let go. I will nurse every syllable that once drew blood. Keeping the memory crystal clear: of how you brought down this entire empire of feeling, without making a single sound.

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