The crowd shook the walls. The noise felt like an earthquake wrapped in love, a tidal wave that refused to recede. He walked away anyway. Not broken, not bored, but choosing himself over the endless hunger of the spotlight. They thought it was goodbye. He knew it was a beginning carved in si… Continues…
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