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my apartment, the silence was deafening, punctuated only by my own ragged breathing. I walked through the familiar rooms, eac

of a rare finch he said he' d seen on a scholarship trip to the Amazon. "It reminds me of you, Chelsea," he' d told me, his voice soft, his

ing as Aaron adjusted it for her at a firm dinner a few weeks ago. "Aaron said it reminds him of me," she' d whispered to another intern, her vo

ther, had been a prized possession. Aaron, feigning academic interest, had borrowed it months ago, claiming he needed to

one had posted of Kassandra' s cluttered desk. My copy. My treasured, l

hared future. The cashmere scarf, knitted by my grandmother, he' d insisted was "too warm" for me, only to see Kassandra wrapped in it days later. He hadn't just given away my items; he had systematically plun

ccident. It was a methodical, delibera

ng through the remnants of my life Aaron had so carelessly discarded. And Aaron, my once devoted Aaron, had facilit

a large trash bag. The bag felt heavy, weighted down by years of misplaced trust. I dragged it to the

A new life, unburdened by ghost memories. I wanted one last peacef

ne rang

ing. Who would call at this hour? My heart hammered against my ribs, a primal

oice was rasp

k, oppressive silence that stret

m so sorry." It was Aaron. His voice was filled with a desperate plea, utt

For a foolish, fleeting second, a tiny spark of hope ignited. Was he finally going to

ce flat, devoid of emot

he fell. She twisted her ankle. We can't tra

complete, utter fool. He wasn't calling to apologize for his lies, for his cruelty, for destroying our relationship. He was calling to inform me, his disca

the cutting retort, the questions that would finally expose his cowardice. Why

elsea, about last night... you really need to apologize to Kassandra. She's really hurt. Em

lief. Apologize? He wanted me

us?" My voice was a l

is tone hardening. "You humiliated me.

thing I said, anything I did, would be twisted, used against me, to paint me as the aggressor and Kassandra as the innocent vict

ation... your family's reputation..." He let the threat hang in the air, a chilling reminder of the power he thoug

nipulation and my naive loyalty. I felt nothing for his threats, only a profound weariness. His words, once cap

myself, I pressed the "end call" button. Then, I went to my contacts,

hat plane, to leave this toxic nightmare behind. The promise of a new city, a new life, stretche