My hand grabs his wrist.
Tight.
Too tight.
He winces.
“What the hell—”
I squeeze.
Harder.
He drops.
Knees hitting the floor.
Shock spreads across his face.
Pain follows.
Real pain.
The kind I’ve known my whole life.
“Let go.”
His voice shakes.
Good.
Now he understands.
Just a little.
I lean closer.
Slow.
Controlled.
“You were right.”
He freezes.
Confused.
I tighten my grip.
“People like me shouldn’t stand.”
Pause.
Let it sink.
Then I twist.
Not enough to break.
Enou