The Rightest Way
Part of me hopes you have no clue what you did to me, and the other hopes you do. Because if you didn’t know, that means I’m not defending a villain. But if you did, then at least I know my pain is justified.
trauma
Hidden Secrets in a Forgotten Wood
The creek meanders through the woods, a silvery ribbon threading its way between moss-covered stones. I step into its cool embrace, feeling the gentle current tug at my ankles. Each step sends tiny ripples outward, distorting my reflection – a fitting metaphor, perhaps. Summer’s heat presses down, heavy and insistent, but here in the dappled
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