Fractured
Every table, every group, every bond… it’s all built around this idea of one girl with multiple guys, and no matter how normal it seems to them, it feels alien to me.
I always pictured something quieter, simpler. One partner, a modest house, maybe two kids and a dog. That vision seems naïve now, a fantasy I can’t bring with me into this realm. Maybe that’s not just about this place. Maybe it’s because the last time I let someone in, he tore that dream to pieces. One man, one heart, and he still broke it like it meant nothing. The idea of multiple? It doesn’t feel romantic. It feels dangerous.
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