CHAPTER 2: Desire is artMia's Point Of View:Mornings were meant to be beautiful. But this one had forgotten its purpose. It felt hollow, soulless.I stretched, the cracks in my bones echoing through the empty apartment.My hands trembled against the delicate curtain fabric as the image of the black car from yesterday slammed back into my mind, like waves breaking against a shore.Every time I closed my eyes, that car appeared.But maybe it was nothing. “It's not always about you, Mia,” I convinced myself.As I drew the curtains, expecting the usual blinding light that reminded me of my misery, I was met with the opposite. The morning was dull. Gray instead of golden.I closed my eyes and let out the last air in my lungs. Even then, light managed to bleed through the cracks of my lids. When I finally turned to the clock, it read 11 a.m.Yet outside looked like 5 p.m.I could already smell the boredom ahead in the day. Quiet, uneventful, and exactly what I needed.I dragged myself to
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