He loved her fiercely, and
she loved him back.
But his love gripped so tight—possessive,
intense—she felt like a caged bird,
his arms a noose around her breath.
It was a bear hug that strangled.
She tried to love him back, but couldn’t.
She craved the love, not the chains.
She begged for tenderness, for air.
He knew only possession, not freedom.
She fought to change him, and failed.
So she claimed her wings in silence—
suicide, her final flight.
