Aria: Scales of Love
Every moment was a struggle, a conscious effort to keep the crushing weight of my sadness from swallowing me whole.
My phone buzzed constantly, a steady stream of texts from Jude. Good morning, beautiful. I miss you. How was your day? I’m thinking about you. I can’t stop thinking about the way you looked in the morning light. I love you. Each message was a painful reminder of what we had lost, a bittersweet cocktail of love and regret. I tried to respond, to keep my promise, but my replies were short, clipped, devoid of any real emotion. Good morning. It was fine. Me too. I love you too. The words felt hollow, empty, a lie.
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