The soft morning light spilled into the room, golden but cruel, like a silent accusation. She curled under the blanket—stubbornly clutched like it could shield her from the world. From me.
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The soft morning light spilled into the room, golden but cruel, like a silent accusation. She curled under the blanket—stubbornly clutched like it could shield her from the world. From me.
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