The Hug Before the Storm

There’s a kind of hug I give that isn’t comfort, it’s warning. A calm before the storm. You won’t know it at first. It feels warm, reassuring, soft enough to fool you. But beneath it is steel. That hug is me saying: “I’m still giving you one last chance before I flip the switch.”

It’s not manipulation. It’s mercy. It’s me offering you the softness one final time before I unleash the part of me you thought didn’t exist. And when that hug ends, the storm begins.

People always remember the hug. Not because of the warmth but because of what came after.

Final Word: My embrace can soothe you or serve as your last warning.

Disclaimer: This is metaphor, not menace. Don’t romanticize destruction. Learn to listen to silence.