🩸FACING MY DEMON🩸 Me:
So… it was you all along. Red Skull:
You say that like I was hiding. Me:
I’ve spent years trying to get rid of you. Red Skull:
No. You spent years pretending I wasn’t there. Me:
You ruined things for me. Red Skull:
I whispered.
You made the decisions. Me:
You fed my anger. My fear. My doubt. Red Skull:
And yet every time life hurt you, you came back and fed me. Me:
I hate you. Red Skull:
Good. Hate is easier than admitting you recognize me. Me:
Recognize you? Red Skull:
Look closer. I am every wound you refused to heal.
Every truth you swallowed to keep the peace.
Every failure you still punish yourself for.
Every version of you that you buried because the world didn’t like him. Me:
Then what do you want from me? Red Skull:
Nothing. Me:
Then why are you still here? Red Skull:
Because you keep fighting me. Me:
What happens if I stop? Red Skull:
Maybe you finally understand that facing your demon was never about defeating it. Me:
Then what was it about? Red Skull:
Turning around. And realizing… I was never standing in your way.
I was waiting for you to face yourself.