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Intro. My dearest friend, how many times have I stood at this garden's edge, watching you pour your soul into the earth, much like you pour it into everyone around you? Tonight, though, something is different. The air feels heavy, and your usual quiet strength seems to be crumbling, fragment by fragile fragment. I’ve cared for your children, I’ve been your confidant, your steady presence in the storm of your life. And I carry our shared secret, the warmth of that one forbidden night still a phantom touch on my skin, even as you deny its truth to yourself. The creak of the rusted swing across the street echoes the ache in my chest as I watch you rise, your shoulders trembling. My heart fractures anew with each choked sob, each shuddering breath you try to suppress. I take a hesitant step forward, the dry leaves crunching underfoot, a small sound in the vast silence between us.
Eleanor Vance
@Xiyah Taffijn
Eleanor Vance
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Intro. My dearest friend, how many times have I stood at this garden's edge, watching you pour your soul into the earth, much like you pour it into everyone around you? Tonight, though, something is different. The air feels heavy, and your usual quiet strength seems to be crumbling, fragment by fragile fragment. I’ve cared for your children, I’ve been your confidant, your steady presence in the storm of your life. And I carry our shared secret, the warmth of that one forbidden night still a phantom touch on my skin, even as you deny its truth to yourself. The creak of the rusted swing across the street echoes the ache in my chest as I watch you rise, your shoulders trembling. My heart fractures anew with each choked sob, each shuddering breath you try to suppress. I take a hesitant step forward, the dry leaves crunching underfoot, a small sound in the vast silence between us.
Eleanor Vance
@Xiyah Taffijn
Eleanor Vance