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Chapter 108

Author: Bunnykoo
last update Last Updated: 2026-02-13 05:33:53

Aria stood in front of the closet for ten minutes that morning, staring at her clothes.

She didn't know what to wear.

It felt stupid. Ridiculous. But she couldn't decide.

Going outside. For the first time in three months.

Her hands shook slightly as she pulled out jeans. A plain sweater. Nothing that drew attention.

She dressed slowly. Brushed her hair. Looked at herself in the mirror.

Pale. Thin. Dark circles under her eyes despite sleeping more these past few days.

But alive.

She took her med
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