There comes a point in every fight where the world expects you to let go. When the weight gets too heavy, when the noise gets too loud, when the people who swore they’d stay drift into the background like they were never there at all. But somehow, even in the quiet, even in the cold, something in me refuses to fall. I don’t know if it’s hope or stubbornness or the last spark of a promise I made to myself long before the storms rolled in. All I know is that I’m still here. I’m still standing in t