In The Quiet Times

In The Quiet Times
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In The Quiet Times
That's when my conscience races
Through regrets that can't be undone...

I wrote you a poem.

"The broken trust, the subtle lie, a friendship overthrown."
"The careless word, the judging eye, a heart left cold and stone."

"The silent pact, the hidden greed, where selfish seeds were sown."
"The whispered lie, the hidden affair, our love, you would disown."

"The glint of steel, the muffled cries, a life too quickly spun."
"The burning pyre, the whispered curse, tell me, who lost, and who won"

You betrayed me.

Get ahold of yourself...
You had to silence her
I wasn't gonna go back to prison again
She had become a liability
I had no choice.

The air in the cramped apartment was thick with unspoken tension, the kind that clung to the walls like dust. It had been building for months, a slow, insidious rot that had eaten away at the edges of their shared existence. They’d met in a place where trust was a commodity rarely traded, a place where survival hinged on a fragile alliance. He, hardened by years of navigating the system, saw in her a raw vulnerability, a flicker of something untainted. She, in turn, saw a protector, a way out of the shadows that had always threatened to consume her.

Their partnership, initially built on necessity, had morphed into something akin to kinship, a fragile bond forged in the crucible of shared secrets and illicit dealings. They operated in the gray areas, the spaces where morality blurred and the law held little sway. He’d taught her the ropes, the subtle art of deception, the cold pragmatism required to survive in their world. She, in return, offered a loyalty that bordered on blind faith, a belief that, against all odds, he would always protect her.

But the world they inhabited was a treacherous one, a landscape littered with broken promises and betrayals. The stakes were always high, the consequences always severe. As their operations grew more complex, the lines between trust and suspicion began to blur. He found himself questioning her every move, every word, every glance. The whispers started, insidious rumors that she was becoming a liability, that her loyalty was wavering.

The strain was palpable. The once-familiar comfort of their shared space had evaporated, replaced by a chilling silence. He saw the fear in her eyes, the growing realization that the man she trusted was now a threat. He knew he was changing, becoming the very thing he’d always despised. The weight of his past, the fear of returning to the cold, unforgiving walls of prison, began to consume him.

The “affair” was a fabrication, a tool to manipulate, to isolate her. He needed to control her, and control required isolation. He had to convince her she was alone.

The final act was a desperate, brutal calculation. He couldn't afford any risks, any loose ends. He told himself it was necessary, a cold, hard choice made in the name of self-preservation. But deep down, a flicker of something else, something darker, stirred within him. The glint of steel was not a choice, it was a release. A dark release.

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