Aria POV

Getting home, the house felt strange.

Too quiet. Too wide. Too empty.

A place where I once dreamed of building a future suddenly felt like a cage ready to choke me. I didn’t sit, I didn’t think too much, I just moved. Every step dragged like a weight, but I pushed myself. I packed up my bags and everything I felt I needed because… I am tired. I am tired of fighting for a place in a heart that never chose me. I am tired of loving alone. I am tired of hurting alone.

I need peace.

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