Marcella’s povMorning arrived with a heavy irony. I felt a desperate need for sleep, a craving to quiet the noise in my head. For too long, my mind had been a prisoner to high school memories, but now the present was demanding my full attention. As I lay there, the events of the party replayed in my mind like a shameful film loop. Seeing everything in my mind again, it was clear to me, truly, my emotions had clouded my judgment, I had been reckless, impulsive, and too rash.Then I heard a loud knock on the door. It was Rose.She kept shouting my name from the other end of the door, but I didn't have the energy to utter a single word. I remained anchored to the bed, staring at the window where the morning sun shimmered with an aggressive brightness. I reminded myself of the promise I’d made, to find myself, to forge a new identity. Lucille was meant to be a ghost, a relic of a past that no longer owned me. I wanted a new path, maybe a new lover, maybe no one at all one thing was for
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