POV: Leona MorettiIt was morning, with.the sun shining with so much glamour and energy.Birds chirping outside occasionally and the air smelled fresh.But I didn't feel refreshed.I stared at the mirror, but the girl inside didn’t look like me.She was too still. Too quiet. Her brown eyes had the same dark gold ring around the pupils, but the rest was wrong...colder, sharper. A doll dressed in another man’s idea of beauty.I touched my reflection. My fingers were steady.I wished they weren’t.I remember the morning I stopped believing in safety.It was the same morning my twenty-two year old self stood in my apartment kitchen, barefoot, in an oversized t-shirt that still smelled faintly of antiseptic from the night shift. The kettle was whistling sharply, like it was panicking and my phone was vibrating on the counter, again and again, until I snatched it up, expecting the hospital. But it wasn’t the ER. It was Luca.He only said four words before the line went silent."I need you.
Last Updated : 2025-07-30
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