Fight for You

Rixon's hands were as bloody as the inside of your vein. The skeletons in his closet kept stacking up. I never turned my cheek from his underground life, I never tried to change him. I just adapted, like a dog in a new house, like people do to the seasons. Even after he exhaled his final breath, I still kept adapting. I wondered if I was ever-changing, or if this was just the many different forms of myself.

"Some legends are told, some turn to dust or to gold."