Between Bruises & Blooms

There are moments
when redemption
does not look
like an apology.

It looks like
kneeling beside
your sister
while death
waits at the edge
of the room.

It looks like
blood.

Fear.

A newborn
too quiet.

A mate
breaking
beside the woman
he cannot save.

It looks like
Nesta—

the girl
who spent so long
believing
she only knew
how to destroy—

offering everything
she had

to keep three people
alive.

Feyre.

Nyx.

Rhys.

Three heartbeats
where there could have been
none.

And God,

that broke me.

Because sometimes
the person
who thinks
she ruins everything

becomes the reason
everyone survives.

Sometimes
the hands
that have trembled
with anger
and grief
and self-hatred

are still capable
of saving.

Sometimes
you do not become good
by becoming soft.

Sometimes
you become good
by choosing love

when it costs you
something.

Nesta gave back
what death
was trying to take.

And maybe
that is why
I cried so hard—

because some of us
need stories
where the girl
who thought
she was beyond saving

becomes
the one
who saves everyone else.