Why She Stayed

He is a storm, and storms devastate. But every time he hurts you, you hold your breath and bear the hurricane, repeating to yourself „One more chance, one more breath, just one more, and I’ll fix him“.

Until one day you can’t hold your breath anymore, and you are half a stormy evening, one tear stained night, two minutes and five seconds away from breaking down.

And you realise: You cannot fix anyone, not until you fix yourself.