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CHAPTER 59 – The Wound That Never Closed

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Alika’s POV

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They say time heals.

But they never talk about wounds that aren’t meant to heal. Wounds that were never just physical—etched not into skin, but into soul.

Mine began when I was five. A fall, they told me. A shard of glass, they said.

But even at five, I knew better.

The pain didn’t start when I hit the floor.

It started when I looked in the mirror afterward... and saw something looking back that wasn’t me.

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For years, the scar beneath my rib cage remained faded—a whisper of something forgotten. Ethan once asked about it, fingers brushing over the thin line.

“Looks like it never fully healed,” he’d said.

“I guess I didn’t want it to,” I had answered with a forced laugh.

He didn’t press further.

Now, I wish he had.

Because tonight... the scar reopened.

And it wasn’t blood that poured out.

It was a petal.<
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