Aria: Scales of Love
And I grabbed onto it with both hands.
I felt a fresh wave of tears well up in my eyes, and this time, I let them fall. I turned onto my side, curling into a tight ball, and let the sobs come, the raw, gut-wrenching sounds of a heartbroken teenager. It wasn’t a complete lie. The heartbreak was real. The pain was real. It was just… incomplete.
“Oh, my baby,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me into a fierce, protective hug. “It’s okay. It’s okay to be sad. Breakups are hard. Especially first loves.”
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