It's frightening how love can wither...

How passion once sacred, can rot into pure hatred.

Once, he worshiped you...

now you are nothing but a bitter scar on his soul.

God Himself knows the depth of his loathing,

the venom he holds for every breath you take.

✧ He is the red flag ✧

A walking warning, a storm in human form.

Your bond with him is not love—

it is ruin, it is poison, it is a beautiful curse.