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SEVENTY SIX
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2025-05-18 07:00:34ALAYNA’s POV
Funny how a moment ago I was ready to end my life.
But the return of an old memory has changed everything.
Drake…he had let me fall down the stairs. It was him.
He had lied to me.
Then does that mean everything else he told me was a lie? I need to find out.
But right now, the cold is not helping,
In fact, the cold wraps around me like a vice, sinking its claws deep into my bones and I sneeze. My blouse, a light green one clings to my body, soaked and heavy. It leeches off every trace of heat I have left so much so that I cannot stop trembling. My teeth chatter uncontrollably no matter how hard I clench my jaw. I cannot feel my toes anymore. Somehow, I lost both my sneakers in the lake.
Ezra quickly wraps both arms around me. His hold on me is both warm and solid, like his body was made to shield mine from the world.
“Wh…what are…y-you doing?&rdq
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Sometimes life doesn’t give you closure,It gives you courage instead.This wolf didn’t wait for the forest to part,For the path to be clear, for the pain to make sense.He just walked forward—With questions still unanswered, and wounds still healing.Because strength isn’t always loud.Sometimes it looks like waking up and choosing to keep going,Even when the weight of yesterday still sits heavy on your back.So when the past knocks,Don’t open the door, open your heart, breathe deep and remind yourself;You are not what broke you.You are what survived it.-Poem lifted from ‘Yellowstone Wolves’.ALAYNA’s
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