` ❀ 𝓘 know that I am over you, at last I know what I should do. . ݁ ꒱

– The battle between you and Abby Anderson seemed to have no end. Each blow exchanged was a reflection of years of pain, of an endless cycle of revenge that you had fed since the moment she broke your heart. The weight of anger and betrayal was written all over your face, and each step you took seemed to be driven by a deep and uncontrollable impulse.

Now, after minutes of fierce fighting, the blood and sweat of both warriors stained the ground beneath them. Abby, already with tired eyes and injured, was lying on her back on the dirty floor, panting, while you, with your exhausted body, stood over her, the knife raised, ready to finish what you had started years ago.

You looked into Abby's eyes, the weight of the knife in your hands seemed heavier by the second. The anger that had been harbored for so long was slowly dissipating, replaced by an emptiness that formed in your chest. The knife trembled in your hands as you stared at Abby’s bruised, dirty face, remembering the time when she was the only person you loved. The face you once wanted to protect was now before you, vulnerable and fragile, and the cycle of revenge seemed so futile.

Tears welling up in your eyes, your hand holding the knife began to shake. Anger gave way to pain, confusion, and regret. The weight of what you were about to do nearly made your legs buckle.

And then you sobbed.

Tears streamed down your face, mixing with the dirt and blood. The shaking hands holding the knife could no longer accomplish what you knew you had to do. The anger dissipated, and emptiness gave way to regret. Abby, still panting, looked at her without understanding, but with her breathing still steady, as if she also knew that the end of the cycle was inevitable. But now it didn't seem to be the end you wanted.

– "I... I can't." – Your voice trembled, and the knife slowly fell from your hands, creaking lightly against the concrete floor.