You Broke My Heart, Now Watch Me Rise
No, they were from heartbreak, from the deep ache of betrayal that had settled in her chest like a stone.
She reached the door, quickly entering and locking it behind her. Unlike that first day, when she had trembled at the thought of him, now she stood still, staring into the mirror. Only this time, she didn’t see his reflection behind her. She saw herself— her eyes red, her lips trembling, the sadness etched into every line of her face. Her broken self, her betrayed self.
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