When the lights go out
I kept debating whether I should stand and leave, but the stillness felt like it stretched on for a thousand years.
Finally, she rose, smoothing the wrinkles from her dress with slow, practiced movements like someone who had done this a hundred times before. I hesitated for a beat, then pushed my chair back to stand. We stared into each other's eyes unmoving, unspeaking. Then, slowly, she leaned down, her breath brushing the side of my face as she whispered: "You never should've stepped foot in this house. Word of advice, girl not everything still shines when the lights go out."My mouth parted, but no words came out. She waited for a reply patient, expectant but what could I have possib
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