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9: LETTER FROM THE PAST

作者: Glittering gold
last update 最終更新日: 2024-12-03 21:49:44

ELARA’S POV

It has been one year and eight months since my divorce.

One year and eight months since I packed my bags and left the city, hoping to escape the pain and heartache that haunted me.

When my brother, Elliot, suggested I move to Las Vegas with him, I didn’t want to.

The idea of leaving everything behind felt overwhelming. Despite everything, I still held onto hope that Nate and I could work things out. Even with the way he treated me, I foolishly believed there might still be a chance for us to fix things.

Why? Because I loved him. I was deeply in love with him, and letting go of someone I love has always been incredibly hard for me. It’s just who I am. I try to find excuses and reasons for people’s actions, even when they hurt me. I cling to the belief that things will get better if I just give it time.

But life doesn’t always give you what you want. Sometimes, it takes everything from you, leaving you with no choice but to face reality.

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