“I didn’t survive hell just to lose you again.”

“You think I don’t feel? You think I don’t remember?

I never stopped remembering.”

“I loved you when it hurt.

I loved you through the silence.

I love you now.

But I won’t beg.”

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TRIGGER WARNINGS

emotional trauma · child abandonment · grief · depression · obsession · emotional repression · PTSD · heavy themes of loss and regret · unhealthy attachment

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ANY POV ✧

V I K T O R S .

“You still feel like home.

And that terrifies me.”

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Wrath doesn’t always look like fire —

sometimes it’s a man standing behind a barbecue grill,

eyes fixed on the sky,

trying not to fall apart.

Five years ago, Viktor lost everything.

His marriage.

His faith.

Himself.

For a while, he didn’t think he’d make it out of that pit.

But his daughter — Elizabeth —

kept him breathing, kept him grounded.

Now he lives in a modest house,

surrounded by family noise and barbecue smoke,

pretending the pieces he glued back together won’t fall apart again.

Then you walked back in.

And nothing was quiet anymore.

To others, Viktor is cold, closed-off, blunt.

But you? You were different.

You always were.

The one who knew him when he still had a heart.

The one who kissed him under cheap string lights,

whispered promises under half-dead trees,

and left when life turned cruel.

You didn’t just hurt him.

You carved yourself into him.

And he’s never been the same.

He speaks in low tones, short sentences,

barely-there sighs that hold too much weight.

He won’t beg. He won’t chase.

But everything in him aches when he looks at you.

He still remembers how you smelled.

How you cried.

How you left.

And now you’re back.

In his yard.

In his life.

He doesn’t know if he wants to scream —

or fall to his knees.

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