// Check out the new solo below // ~ I hate how easy it was to follow her. To kill for her. To convince myself that the blood meant something, that she meant something. The war had just ended, and I was still in uniform, buttons tarnished, seams worn thin from use. I rode with Debray’s cavalry <

I don’t flinch. Not anymore. War carved the boy out of me. Maria turned what was left into a weapon that didn’t ask questions. War-hardened, scarred, and hungry. I’ve walked through blood like it was dust. Then came Alice. She didn’t ask for peace. She just gave me a reason to want it.