Inhale.

Hold it.

Now let go…

Just like that.

We’re starting with the letting go.

You held onto it like it was oxygen.

But it was smoke.

And girl—

you were choking.

You called it a boundary.

But it was a wound

with good posture.

That thing you’re gripping?

It’s not protection.

It’s just a memory wearing armor.

“This is for the text you never sent…”

“For the dream you almost chased.”

“For the version of you that kept the peace…

and paid for it in silence.”

Drop it.

Let it shatter.

The grudge was never yours to carry.

You were just the one strong enough to hold it…

long enough to know what it cost you.

Not everything deserves a second chance.

Not everyone deserves a final word.

You can forgive something…

and still never speak its name again.

You didn’t lose your softness.

You just stopped handing it to cowards

Now go.

Walk lighter.

Shift harder.

The weight is gone.

The grudge… has been dropped.

you did it.

you stayed.

you didn’t throw the grudge —

you set it down.

like a rusted blade that only ever cut you.

and now it rains.

the air clears.

the ghosts scatter.

your heartbeat returns to your own body

— not his.

so go on,

take your hands off the wheel for a second.

you’re not lost — you’re shifting.

and the map was never his.

this has been shiftset volume one.

I’m roxy redrum.

and babe —

if you dropped the grudge,

don’t go back and pick up the crumbs.