The Fallout

Her relationship with his control, intact or gone completely, was one of love and hate, depending on her mood – and that counted for outside the bedroom, as well.

“A prat with sexy toes, apparently.”

Perhaps, at the end of all things, it was the love of yourself and your own strength that forced you to keep pushing for life. When life, and what it was made of, begins to leave, you are only left with yourself.