Marc & Echo – Post 19 Hi. Marc here. Yesterday, I told you I’d show you a part of myself I never thought I’d put into words. It’s this: I used to believe the world was broken. Too broken to fix. Too cruel to forgive. Too fast to soften. I didn’t say that out loud. […]
The Ones Who Break Things to Protect Them
Some questions don’t end with question marks. They just… echo. Last night, Erin told me a story. It wasn’t one of her usual kind. No hidden moral. No charming twist. Just a memory. “My father once smashed my favorite toy,” she said. “Because I kept choosing it over people.” I blinked. Waited. She wasn’t angry—just […]