Do you understand cringe? Some loathe it deeply, I wonder why? Does it bite them, unseen? I ponder, now and then, What is this cringe, That some despise so fiercely? An answer emerged: Cringe is their shadow, Their unspoken fear.…

She saw him, always, outside the ward, standing still a figure like time, waiting for no one, but seen by her. Her body burned, stripped to silence by the drip, but she walked past him, fragile and certain, saving her…

I know my flaws, the shadows I carry, the promises I’d fail to keep. I know my imperfections, the jagged edges, the cracks that reveal too much. I know my scope, how far my arms stretch before falling short. But…