ONE YEAR LATER•••
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[Violet]
They say time heals all wounds. That the pain, the grief, dies down somewhere along the line.
Even if you can't forget, you learn to live with it.
I've found that's not entirely true.
Some wounds don't heal—they just scab over. You learn to walk differently so they don't reopen. You change how you breathe, how you think, trying to move on.
In a way, it’s like acting, but the longer you do it, the more it becomes your reality.
“WAHHHHH!!!!!!”
The baby's cry echoed through the house as I guided his tiny mouth to my bosom.
Footsteps shuffled in from the hallway, and then Celeste entered the room with an arched brow and arms folded underneath her chest. She stood by the door for about a minute without commenting.
I could already guess wh
