~Olivia~I noticed it the moment I tried to stand.Not pain exactly—nothing sharp or dramatic—but a deep, persistent soreness that lived along my thighs, inside my hips, like my body had been pushed past something it hadn’t been ready for. The friction of movement made me wince. My legs felt heavy, overused, sensitive in a way that made every step deliberate.I stayed still for a moment, sitting on the edge of my bed, letting the room breathe around me.Morning hadn’t fully decided what it wanted to be yet. The light filtering through the curtains was thin, pale, almost apologetic. Dust hung in the air like it had secrets of its own. My room looked exactly the same as it always did—posters slightly crooked, books stacked in uneven piles, the chair by the desk still holding yesterday’s clothes—but it didn’t feel the same.It felt watched.I flexed my toes, then my calves. The soreness answered back immediately, a quiet reminder I didn’t ask for. I swallowed and stood anyway, gripping t
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