Part IV · Fallout
Predestined Pain
The music swelled—too loud to bear.
But somehow, it felt like home.
My brain spun in place,
pirouetting through the static.
A Calvinist demise.
Predestined.
Maybe God meant me to meet you.
But why?
Aches trembled,
then tremored,
then roared—
beneath the brittle breath
of what I thought was love.
We were blessed with three.
That much was holy.
But nothing more.
Nevermore.
Was worth it.