“Below her racing heart, sadness had carved its way in. Not the type that broke her down until she couldn’t stand her own reflection, but a trickle of grief for never allowing herself such intimacy.
She mourned for the person she was outside this room. How starved she was for love….but look at her now, how well she was being loved while doing absolutely nothing.”
WHEW
— Nov 15, 2025 10:55PM
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