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Three years. That' s how long it had been since Ethan Hayes, the supposed love of my life, exiled me from the city, effectively erasing me from existence.
I returned, a ghost of my former self, a shell hardened by indifference, only to witness the shocking news that Dr. Ben Carter – a name that inexplicably shattered my carefully constructed apathy – was declared brain dead.
A primal scream tore from my throat, raw and agonizing, revealing a depth of grief for a virtual stranger that confused everyone, even myself. The whispers followed me: Sarah Miller, still obsessed, still pathetic.
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