I didn’t forgive them.
That’s the ending.
Not the soft one. The true one.
I didn’t forgive the jokes. I didn’t forgive the email. I didn’t forgive the stolen letter. I didn’t forgive being useful only when I was small.
I answered fewer calls. I blocked Claire. I returned my father’s attempts at authority with silence. My mother wrote long notes about regret and family and trying. I read them once and put them away.
I kept the bracelet.
Not for her. For me.
For the girl who kept making beautiful things and offering them to the wrong people.
Adam and I built a life that did not require me to audition for love. That was new. Quiet. Daily. Real.
Some people say bitterness ruins you.
I disagree.
What ruins you is staying in rooms where everyone laughs when you bleed.
I left.
That’s all.
And once I did, the air got easier to breathe
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