A break
The city streets were a blur as I walked aimlessly, my mind caught in a storm of confusion. The cold night air cut through my skin, but I barely felt it. Every step seemed to echo Jack’s words from the gallery, his voice seeping into my thoughts like an invasive force. You were always meant to be here. I shook my head, trying to clear the haze. Nothing made sense anymore—what was real, what was imagined. The gallery, the painting of me twisted and broken, Jack’s constant presence looming over everything. It was all too much. I had no idea how to escape him, how to escape this world I’d been dragged into. I kept walking, my feet carrying me further into the night. My reflection glanced back at me from shop windows, darkened cars, every surface that could cast an image. Each time I saw mys
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