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Chapter 14

Author: Micky_writes
last update publish date: 2026-11-13 01:42:37

I barely have time to catch my breath before the first sob tears through me.

I shove my fist against my mouth and bite down hard, desperate to keep the sound trapped inside. The metallic taste of blood reaches my tongue, but even that doesn’t stop the tears. They spill down my face anyway.

My shoulders shake with every uneven breath, and I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to force myself back under control.

This isn’t the first time someone has called me less. I’ve heard worse. Weak. Useles
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