Chlorothea sank deeper. Water everywhere. Pressing. Cold. Silent. Her lungs burned. Just hold it. Hold it. Hold it.The world above, with all its noise and demands, could not reach her here. Here, only the water and the unbearable silence existed.So much had happened in so little time. And the charity event… that miserable, pointless charity event. It had only poured more gasoline onto the fire of her anger toward her father’s family. Towards them, the same people who had torn her life apart, who had forced her and her mother to survive alone in a place that never felt like home.Her artwork, her soul spilled onto the canvas, was auctioned off as if it were nothing. Like her memories, her grief, and her love, could be crushed, sold, and discarded without a second thought. Every brushstroke she had poured herself into, every late night she had spent remembering her mother, trampled by the very hands that had caused her pain. And it had led here to this rage, this gnawing, hollow ache,
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