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Chapter XXII: Unspoken Turmoil

The dimly lit ambiance of the Blue Apple provided a stark contrast to the tumult raging within me. As I sat alone at the corner table, lost in the labyrinth of my own thoughts, I scarcely noticed Damon's approach until his voice cut through the silence like a knife.

"Hey, are you okay?" Damon's concerned tone pierced through the haze of my mind, his words echoing in the recesses of my consciousness. I wanted to respond, to reassure him that I was fine, but my vocal cords refused to cooperate, leaving me mute and helpless.

I watched in silence as Damon's brow furrowed with worry, his eyes searching mine for answers that I couldn't provide. His concern was palpable, a tangible presence in the air between us, but I remained trapped in my own private hell, unable to escape the prison of my own thoughts.

"I'm here if you need to talk," Damon offered, his voice gentle and reassuring. But try as I might, I couldn't bring myself to open up, to expose the raw vulnerability festering within me.
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