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I looked into the kitchen that was lit only by the stove light. The smell of burnt toast lingered in the air. The window was closed. I was supposed to make him breakfast before work. The toast was burnt and cold. The blue countertops no longer caught the light. I take the toast out of the toaster and set it on the pink plate that had awaited its warmth this morning. I debate throwing it out, staring at the garbage bin at the end of the counters. Maybe if I left it, time would resume in the morning where we left off. Maybe if I just head to b...
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They say time heals all wounds, but no one talks about the scars you give yourself trying to survive the people who hurt you. Spending years learning to smile through the silence, to love only the parts of yourself you thought others could tolerate. But healing, you were learning, didn’t always come in solitude. Sometimes, it arrived in the shape of an apology you never asked for—from the last person you’d ever expect. Ava always thought the worst thing about high school was how it followed you like a bad perfume, even years later. She was 2...
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