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Author: Favor V April
last update publish date: 2026-01-17 22:33:15

Eden’s POV

The morning light poured through the curtains, soft and golden, but nothing about it felt warm. I sat up slowly in bed, my eyes heavy and swollen from the night before. My cheek still throbbed faintly from Lilian’s slap, but that pain was background noise compared to the hollow ache sitting in my chest.

Something inside me had gone quiet. It was like a switch had flipped. The part of me that craved connection, that wanted to be seen, to be loved, that part was dormant now. Burned out
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