Broken Man, Unbreakable Spirit

he scent of lavender and burnt toast, a comfo

ly' s musical legacy, rested on my bed – de

r voice laced with what I, foolishly, believed was

rted rolling, the painful tru

in, her hand intertwined with his, th

ed, her voice bright and utterly devoid of t

ce I' d made for her was just a calculated move in thei

sic, and to break my spirit for their twisted

y heart in ruins, filming every agoniz

man I' d given everything to, orch

I have bee

ng on the cold studio floor, my phone

d a substantial inheritance became my une

en, but no

mess, not for revenge,

e fool they

m his ashes would burn t