'HE KISSED HER ONCE MORE, THIS TIME LONG AND LINGERING. MY MASK WAS HOT AND STICKY ON MY FACE, MY STOMACH TWISTED INSIDE OUT AND ACHING LIKE AN OPEN WOUND. I LEANED HEAVILY ON THE BALUSTRADE, TREMBLING UNDER THE WEIGHT OF PARALLEL TRUTHS THAT I HAD, UNTIL THEN, BEEN ABLE TO IGNORE: JAMES WAS IN LOVE WITH WREN, AND I WAS BLINDLY, SAVAGELY JEALOUS'
WHAT IF I KILLED MYSELF
— Oct 18, 2026 12:58PM
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