OLIVIA
It had been a month since Ely had disappeared from my life, and during that time, I had been trying my best to move forward. Sometimes, it felt like a painful process, like trying to heal a wound that ran deep. But other times, I glimpsed the possibilities of a brighter future, one where I could focus on myself, my growth, and my career. As I stood in front of the mirror, I took a deep breath and reminded myself that this was for the best.
"Olivia," I whispered to my reflection, "you're strong, and you can do this. You don't need anyone to define your happiness."
I had been pouring my energy into my tattoo studio, taking on new clients and experimenting with different styles. It was therapeutic, a way to channel my emotions into my art. And it was working. The pain that had once
