If darkness had a voice, I might have just heard it. Rusty, hoarsely, deep, penetrating the lasts layers of my defence. His voice. The kind that sticks within you, vibrating in your ears, pulsating through your body. You know what I mean?

And then again, I’m just pretending, casually ignoring the trembling of my knees, my own defiance costing me more than my foolish pride ever did.

*is it even worth it, love?* he nonchalantly asks, echoing within the walls of my heart, same voice, same darkness. But I am not the same.

See, I failed by falling. Once, twice, million times before! Until my soul felt old and ugly. Love? You must be kidding! I’ll run like hell before you finish pronouncing the word.

*why do you fight it, love?* he steps forward with that seductive laziness that he uses to get another trophy. Poor heart, will he hang you, empty, on a wall? Again? Come on…

My name is Rebellion. My answer is no. Still no. Even if that’s, still, a secret. Only you know it. Don’t tell him, don’t let the darkness know where I am hiding. Can I count on you?