The knot.

Yes we held hands. Drawing closer to you was slick. Flawless. And it worked!

Until the phase when my house submerged in the storm: nicking my smile. Everything just washed away. An accident, it happened. You still soothed me. It would be fine again.

And then a theft, leaving me in tatters. Another one, and I had had enough. You still held my hand.

But then why did the tornado strike, and then the earthquake? Why was everything so murky? Why did things befall, malicious things, since I arrived? Yet living in the shadows was acceptable- Because you never left me. You were there. Even when I was devastated.

Then came the fire. An accident, so inextinguishable, succeeding its ancestors. It was similar- a threat to end me. Accidents. And this time, I could take it no more. The slow torture was murderous. There had to be a reason. A cause for the mishap. I settled to walk through the flames to uproot my hitches. And then I saw you fueling the heat.

(But you said it was an accident)