Well… it’s complicated. And that’s kind of the whole point. It doesn’t leave bruises—not the kind you can see in the mirror anyway—but it lingers. Like smoke in a room long after the fire’s gone out. You breathe it in every day and slowly forget what clean air even felt like. There’s this moment—I remember it vividly—where I said something small, like, “I don’t like it when you raise your voice,” and he laughed. Not a funny laugh, mind you. More like the kind that slides across […]

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