Her Toxic Desire
I simply left the page blank.
The librarian, a woman with soft, distracted eyes, wandered past, barely sparing me a glance. I realized how invisible I was. To the world, I was just a woman in a ruined suit sitting in a corner, scribbling in a notebook. The fear of that invisibility—the fear that had kept me clinging to the firm—was gone. In its place was a strange, soaring sense of possibility. If no one saw me, I could finally be whoever I chose to be.
I closed the notebook. I needed to move again. I felt as though if I stopped for too long, the gravity of my old life—the lawyers, the partners, the expectations—would find me and pull me back into orbit.
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