I hope that one day you grow tired of feeling sadness, like I have, because I hope that your tiredness will be enough for you to never want to step in the shadows again. I hope that when you waver over the skirting, that someone will propel your back to safety or that you find a middle ground and make away from this.

I didn’t save your life for you to spend the rest of it indebted to me, but if you must pay me, live your life the best way possible.