You Were Always My Everything

God's fairness, though absolute, often clashes with the imperfect nature of the world. To combat those who do wrong, one might be forced to embrace similar tactics, even if temporarily. The figure, with bloodied hands resting on spread knees, appeared stoic and ready for whatever challenge lay ahead. Offering a helping hand, I said, "You don't need my assistance; you can rise independently." Raising an eyebrow, I grasped his hand, attempting to lift him. However, he remained immobile, defying my efforts. Undeterred, I tried again, only to receive a growl in response. "Stop trying and leave me be," he commanded, pointing a finger at me. I swiftly grabbed his finger,试图折断，但他比我更快，反抓住我的手，扭动间令我手臂环绕住自己的颈项，身体紧贴在他胸前。 Our struggle ensued, leaving both of us gasping for air, with me now astride him, the intensity of our conflict evident.