The Us Between Chaos
Maybe this is the day I stop pretending I’m okay.
I looked in the mirror and saw them — Jarred, Enzo, Hank, and Hade — all standing behind me, smiling. The ones who kept you company when I couldn’t.
“Till we meet again,” I whispered, smiling through the tears.
That was the last line of your journal. The ending of the book you wrote — your story, your escape.
Hade, Jarred, Hank, Enzo… everyone was your creation.
And in the end, you became one of them too.
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