Goodbye

I can't do this anymore.

The healing. The recovery. The belief that I could rebuild myself and become someone who matters.

I was right about one thing: I survived what was supposed to destroy me.

But survival isn't the same as living. And living in a world where I'm always the object, never the subject. Where my healing is just a tool for someone else's destruction. Where even my power is ultimately used against me.

I'm returning to where I was meant to be.

To the quiet place. The place where I don't have to perform strength I don't actually have.

I'm sorry, Anneka. You tried to save me. But I don't think I want to be saved.

I think I want to go home.