The Words That Cut Deeper
The days after the youth session returned to the same heavy rhythm Maya had begun to dread. Nothing had changed between her and Calvin. The silence, the distance, the invisible wall that had risen between them remained exactly where it was. If anything, it seemed to grow stronger with every passing day. Maya woke each morning with the same dull ache in her chest. It had become part of her routine now, like breathing or blinking. Sometimes she wondered if the ache would ever disappear or if it had become something permanent inside her. Yet she refused to stop trying. Giving up was not an option for her. She had already given too much to this relationship to simply walk away. She had given her trust. She had given her time. She had given her dreams. Most painfully, she had given herse
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