The Decade She Reclaimed

The Decade She Reclaimed

Gavin

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The last thing I remembered was the screech of tires, followed by a blinding flash that swallowed the world. Ethan was at the wheel, his voice sharp with accusations about some film festival rejection he insisted was my fault. Then, an inexplicable void. I awoke to the familiar, comforting scent of cheap coffee and aged textbooks in my old college dorm room. My head throbbed, but it was the calendar on the wall that delivered the true shock: it was ten years ago. A full decade of my life, a lifetime of ambition, had been erased, yet the bitter aftermath lingered. I remembered postponing my prestigious architecture scholarship for him, endlessly pouring my youth into his perpetually failing film career. I recalled working two menial jobs, typing his screenplays, networking tirelessly on his behalf, all while my own dreams gathered dust. He consumed my time, my energy, my money, only to resent me when his "art" didn't instantly launch him to stardom. "You held me back," he'd always complained, "your practicality smothered my genius." The sheer unfairness of it all, the memory of a wasted decade, ignited a cold fury in my gut. How could I have been so utterly blind, so utterly foolish? But this time, the narrative would be mine. This time, there would be no sacrifices, no compromises, especially not for him. I packed a small bag with my architecture notes and left a single, decisive message on his cluttered desk: "Ethan, I'm done. Don't look for me." No explanation, no argument-just a quiet, resolute walk into my real future.

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The last thing I remembered was the screech of tires, followed by a blinding flash that swallowed the world.

Ethan was at the wheel, his voice sharp with accusations about some film festival rejection he insisted was my fault.

Then, an inexplicable void.

I awoke to the familiar, comforting scent of cheap coffee and aged textbooks in my old college dorm room.

My head throbbed, but it was the calendar on the wall that delivered the true shock: it was ten years ago.

A full decade of my life, a lifetime of ambition, had been erased, yet the bitter aftermath lingered.

I remembered postponing my prestigious architecture scholarship for him, endlessly pouring my youth into his perpetually failing film career.

I recalled working two menial jobs, typing his screenplays, networking tirelessly on his behalf, all while my own dreams gathered dust.

He consumed my time, my energy, my money, only to resent me when his "art" didn't instantly launch him to stardom.

"You held me back," he'd always complained, "your practicality smothered my genius."

The sheer unfairness of it all, the memory of a wasted decade, ignited a cold fury in my gut.

How could I have been so utterly blind, so utterly foolish?

But this time, the narrative would be mine.

This time, there would be no sacrifices, no compromises, especially not for him.

I packed a small bag with my architecture notes and left a single, decisive message on his cluttered desk: "Ethan, I'm done. Don't look for me."

No explanation, no argument-just a quiet, resolute walk into my real future.

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