I just wanted to hurt her when this started. I couldn’t put my finger on what changed or when it happened but now, while I still wanted to hurt her, I wanted to do it with a purpose. Breaking her apart would absolutely be painful, but it needed to happen. Busting out the damaged and ruined pieces would be like taking a sledgehammer to a brick wall, but I’d take that same sledgehammer to myself so that she could rebuild herself with the broken shards of me that were stronger.
