Warning: Read at your own risk
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Kieran:
The hours passed in a blur of silence.
I stayed locked in my room, refusing to answer the soft knocks at my door, refusing food, refusing to face any of them. My chest still felt raw, torn open, every breath an effort to drag myself through the day.
When the clock on the wall told me it was past four, I finally rose. My eyes were dry now, though the ache behind them hadn't dulled. The decision I made earlier was still firm. It was the only way I could survive this.
I packed.
The suitcase felt heavy in my grip as I carried it down the stairs. Each step echoed like a final nail being driven into a coffin... my coffin. I could already smell them downstairs, hear the faint hum of conversation. And her… her scent wrapped around me before I even reached the last step.
They were all there.
