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8: THE CONFESSION

Author: Francesca Chow
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-23 03:07:40

She’d seen the dark. She’d touched the flame but she still wanted to know what lit the match. She couldn’t sleep, Ellie lay in her bed that night, still dressed, her fingers pressed into the silk of her sheets like they were the only things keeping her grounded. She could still feel the cold metal of that key, still hear the girl’s voice whispering “please...”. Still see Amy’s face in the dark stoic, still, impossibly calm. It should have broken her, It didn’t. What broke her was the silence Amy left her with, the quiet weight of a choice: walk away, or walk deeper and here she was, back. She wasn’t sure if she came to confront Amy or to confess something she hadn’t figured out yet. All she knew was this; she needed to see her again to understand, to ask why? Warehouse, midnight, rain, again. Ellie stood in the center of the room this time no shadows, no hiding. When the black car pulled up, she didn’t flinch, when the heavy boots clicked across the concrete, she didn’t move. Amy step
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