You wanted me to be good. But the script we were in had no heroes left. Only parts we hadn't tried on yet. Only a final act where someone has to fall, and the other has to stand in the light, and neither gets to say I didn't mean it .
We learned early that every tragedy needs a villain. Not the mustache-twirling kind, not the one who cackles in the dark — but the one who says I did it for love and means it just enough to make it hurt. Eger Kotu Olsaydik - M. L. Rio
So if we were villains — we were the kind who wept in the wings. The kind who tore each other's hearts out and called it art . The kind who, when the curtain fell, stayed in the dark a little too long, just to feel the other breathe. You wanted me to be good
We never killed anyone. But we learned to bruise without touching — a glance held too long, a line fed to the wrong person at a party, a silence that felt like an exit pursued by a bear. Only a final act where someone has to
Because the worst villain isn't the one who hates. It's the one who loved badly — and called it fate.