And slowly…
I remembered what peace feels like—
when it isn’t built on denial.
Some endings don’t come with screaming.
No broken glass.
No dramatic collapse.
Sometimes…
they begin with silence.
A phone screen.
And one quiet decision:
to stop being the woman who absorbs the damage.
He thought he had two lives.
Until I erased one.
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