Reaching up, I grasp Greg and Zander's calloused hands where they cradle my face, drawing strength from their mingled sparks of resilient life after the caustic poison I've just purged from my battered soul. Though Chavo achieved a final, hollow victory by shattering me in this moment, I will not allow his malignant legacy to linger a moment longer.
"He's dead," I rasp out in a voice still thickened by the bone-deep weariness weighing me down. "That twisted son of a b***h and his depraved machinations...they die with him here and now."
Mustering what reserves of conviction still smolder within, I meet Greg's burning stare head-on. "Help me up, love. It's time to leave this bitter chapter behind and put one foot in front of the other on the path stretching ahead."
My beloved's lips quir
