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Chapter 18

Author: Tyrandria
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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

— Duncan —

I didn’t cry again after that night.

Not because I wasn’t broken.

But because I was done bleeding.

There’s a difference.

Bleeding means you still want to live.

I didn’t.

Not the way I had before.

---

The first three days after I saw them, I barely moved.

I laid on the floor of my apartment like some wrecked animal, surrounded by the debris of what used to be me. Broken glasses, empty bottles, the shattered ring box lying in the corner like a grave marker.

Her scent still clung to my pillows.

Her lipstick was still on one of my glasses.

Everything felt infected with her.

And I couldn’t breathe.

Not without tasting her.

---

By the fourth day, something inside me cracked.

It didn’t happen like a lightning strike. It didn’t come with screaming or a dramatic epiphany. It was quiet.

Like the final ember of a fire dying out.

I got up.

Showered.

Shaved.

Put on a suit like I was dressing for my own funeral.

And looked in the mirror.

There was no grief in my reflecti
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