S.C. Howard
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Ghosted
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Ghosted: He ghosted me—so I upgraded to bullets and emotional damage.
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Ghosted: He ghosted me—so I upgraded to bullets and emotional damage.
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Hunted
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“You were just a kid,” he murmurs, voice cracking like thin ice. “Little fists. Bigger temper. Eyes like knives. You saw everything—and forgave nothing.”
― Ghosted
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“The silence is thick. Not peaceful. Not even post-chaos. It’s the kind of silence that breathes. That waits. The kind that precedes the next scream, or maybe the last.”
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“I didn’t walk away,” he growls, voice low and shaking. “I cut a piece of myself off and left it with you. I tore myself in half and hoped one half could survive without the other.” His voice cracks, the words half spit, half confession. “But I couldn’t. I can’t. We were never just bodies. We were never just a moment. You know that.”
He steps closer, eyes wild. “You were in my head. Under my skin. In my fucking soul. And I never got you out.”
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He steps closer, eyes wild. “You were in my head. Under my skin. In my fucking soul. And I never got you out.”
― Ghosted
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