The day I met her, the air inside me shifted. Not with drama, but with a small, terrifying crack where the numbness had lived for years. In the chaos of the shelter, she was a still point, a secret waiting to be chosen. I thought I was buying myself a controlled heartbreak, a tidy rehearsal for los… Continues…
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