She closes her eyes and tries to remember who he was and why he was so important to her. He had decent thoughts but hasty decisions, blocking her out and seeking power.
She didn’t like the way he said her name. His voice crisp and sharp, on edge.
He spoke to her when his anger boiled and thought spoiling her with kisses would dwindle the fire. And maybe it did.
When she was weak and tired, it worked. His kisses dwindled her fire and infatuated her mind. She couldn’t withhold nor found herself resisting because maybe that gentleness felt refreshing.
And somehow, the time past and she found the voice she had once lost. She spoke up and learned to break his habits.
She cut him down, dwindling his fire.