JASMINE
His hands on my skin felt like a lifeline, anchoring me in a reality I sometimes feared slipping away.
Sex became a way to forget. Not just the past few weeks, but all the times my mind had betrayed me, the moments I’d lost in shadow. With him, I was just Jasmine—no tapes, no shadows, no warning voices. Just skin and breath and heat.
But when the dawn came, the quiet was unbearable. I’d lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, heart pounding. The memories didn’t come in nightmares anymore. They came in whispers, like a half-remembered song I couldn’t quite recall.
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