AYLA I don’t cry, that’s the first thing I notice, when I get home, when I close the door, not even when I finally sit on my bed and stare at my journal like it’s something I don’t recognize anymore, nothing, no tears, no breakdown, just quiet and honestly that scares me more because I should be crying, I should feel overwhelmed, angry, hurt and I feel all of that but not loud, it’s controlled and cold like something inside me just shut off. I drop my bag beside me, leaning back against the wall as I stare up at the ceiling, my thoughts are there but they’re not running wild like they usually do, they’re clear, sharp, focused and all of them lead to the same thing……..I was stupid, not just careless, not just naive, stupid because I let him in, not fully or intentionally but enough for him to figure me out, enough for him to use it, enough for me to stand there last night and let everything happen like I didn’t know better, I let out a slow breath.“Never again,” I
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