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Her Pregnancy, My Exodus

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 607    |    Released on: 05/06/2025

t in Boston, my fingers insured for a sum that now seemed laughable. A rival, desperate for my chair in the orchestra, had "accidenta

of my depression. "A new composition awaits, Elara. A different ki

self-destructive guitaris

s playing a battered acoustic guitar, his talent undeniable, a raw, aching beauty in his music that was being

n he stumbled out into the alley, I followed. He was abo

y voice raspy from dis

loodshot and suspicious

but I had my voice, my understanding. I hummed a counter-melody to

en in his hand. For a moment,

hildhood spent in foster care, about the abandonment that had become the discordant theme of his life. I made hi

e started playing together on street corners, then in small, crowded bars. My v

re you doing all this for a wreck like me?" We were sharing a cram

. "Maybe the universe just knew we

up his neck. "Then you're the best dam

t. He held me tight all night in our cheap hotel room, the rain lashing against the win

d with his, broke. I cou

m back just as fiercely. "I'm n

ilent. For five years,

tingale & Guitarist." And for a

my own world, he started his affair with Kendra. A young, ambitious tour ass

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Her Pregnancy, My Exodus
Her Pregnancy, My Exodus
“I was Chloe, a frontwoman of "Nightingale & Guitarist," a life I'd painstakingly built with Liam, the struggling musician I'd saved. For five years, I was his muse, his partner, his wife, having chosen him over my original, shattered reality. Then, Liam began his affair with Kendra, our ambitious tour assistant. For three unbearable years, I lived a grotesque parody of a marriage, enduring his blatant betrayals, his gaslighting, and Kendra's open triumph, as if I had somehow deserved this calculated heartbreak. The final, crushing blow came on my birthday, backstage, when Kendra callously announced her pregnancy, a child she claimed was Liam's, right after he'd publicly blamed me for her distress. How could I have given up everything, every piece of my true self, Elara the cellist, only to be reduced to this, a discarded note in their discordant symphony? Why did I allow myself to be consumed by such a bitter, endless performance? But a lifeline appeared: The mysterious Dreamweaver system, which had first sent me to Liam, offered a way to finally go back. To my real life. To myself. For ten days, I methodically dismantled every trace of "Chloe," liquidating all the assets, severing every tie, until my final, quiet disappearance at midnight, as gracefully as a fading echo. Yet, even in my true world, peace was fleeting; Dreamweaver demanded I return, one last time, to quell Liam's destructive grief, which threatened to unravel the very fabric of his reality. I had to finish what I started, to play the final, unburdened note.”
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