WHY? WHY?.

"He left, and now I sit here, turning the memory over like a letter written in a language I once understood. But tell me—was it something I said? Or was it the silence between my words? Was it my stillness, or the way I reached for him in the night? Or perhaps… perhaps he saw the same invisible judgment hovering over me that has always followed my every step. But why? Why did he not stay long enough for me to understand? Why must guilt be the only answer that never speaks back?"

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