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Chapter 31

Loneliness is the quiet ache of an unsung song, and I am both the composer and the audience in this solitary symphony.

-Unknown.

|A L E E Z A|

The morning sun lazily filtered through the curtains, marking the beginning of a new day. I rose from the bed with a weariness that lingered in my bones, a heaviness born not just from the lack of sleep but from the weight of his words that clung to me like a stubborn fog.

I blinked away the remnants of sleep, but my reflection in the mirror revealed a different story. Dark circles lingered beneath my eyes, silent testimony to a night spent tangled in the thorny vines of harsh words. The weight of exhaustion clung to every step.

The morning ritual continued as I stood before the bathroom mirror. The reflection staring back at me wasn't just an image; it was a statement – a commitment to face the world with a resilience that echoed in the quiet moments of routine.

The day's echoes lingered, and th
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