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First Steps

Author: Lêh Magalhães
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-05 22:13:51

POV: Camila

The house was too quiet. The kind of silence that used to comfort me and now only served to remind me of everything I had let happen. I sat on the edge of the bed for a few seconds, looking around the room—every corner seemed too organized, too impersonal, as if I had lived there to please someone who was no longer there.

For a moment, I thought of Tiago. The image of the slap still hurt me more than any words spoken that morning, but for the first time, I didn't regret it. It was horrible to admit, but it had freed me from a fear I no longer even realized I carried. The fear of displeasing, of making mistakes, of being seen as bad. I wasn't bad. I was just tired of being invisible.

I stood up, and my reflection in the mirror made me stop. My hair was pulled back in a tight bun, I was wearing a simple nightgown, my eyes were dull. That woman didn't look alive, just present.

“Enough,” I muttered to myself, but Nyssara answered before I could think.

“Then start.”

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