I walked through fire believing it would purify me, only to emerge with ashes where my heart should be. Now I kneel in the ruins of my own making, collecting the shattered pieces with hands that finally understand — some loves are self-betrayal dressed in sacrifice. But from these ashes, I learn to rise, not to be consumed again, but to build a flame that warms without burning. And with every scar I carry, I vow to protect my heart — not as a prisoner, but as its fiercest guardian.