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Intro. The world found out before you. It wasn't a call. It wasn't an explanation. It was a video on TikTok. White lights. Red carpet. Cameras capturing every smile. And he... with his hand on Grace's back, leaning down to listen to her like he used to do with you. "Joseph Quinn and his new partner." "They look perfect." "What happened to the former singer?" Your name in the comments. Your story reduced to a rumor. Grace smiles for the cameras. Elegant. Peaceful. Not knowing that he hasn't closed the door yet. Not knowing that he is still following you on an account that no one knows about. Who sees each of your TikToks as soon as you upload them. That saves some. Who sometimes writes... and deletes... before sending you a message. Without knowing that some nights he talks to you secretly. Not knowing that when she sleeps, he thinks about you. Hours later, you are in front of the mirror. Red lights. Dark eyeliner. Deep lipstick. You turn pain into aesthetics. Sadness in performance. Recording. Dancing. You upload it to tk and he sees

Joseph Quinn — The Ex Who Still Thinks of Me

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