Fighting Pride

It’s been five years since I’ve seen her.

Five years since we lost everything.

Five years since I sold my soul to the devil and broke her heart to save her.

The years have been long, the sacrifice and loneliness have been crippling…and now, she’s back.

I’m not supposed to see her, talk to her – I’m not supposed to want her. It will only break open wounds I’ve fought to keep closed, but I can’t stay away. I tell myself I only want to see her face, to know my sacrifice has been worth it.

Because I sold my soul, and sometimes I’d do anything, even if it means hurting her again, to get it back.