But there is something much worse than death— and that’s hope. The stubbornness of the heart that refuses to learn, that yearns for love despite the pain. A heart that clings, fights, holding on to what hurts most. It blurs the line between love and self-destruction. And then comes hope— shattering every fragment of the soul until nothing is left to bear. People wield it like a weapon, offering reasons to stay without ever truly being yours. The heart, and hope—both fools. A soul should forbid itself from listening to the heart, from seeking a single ray of hope.