CHAPTER 22 — The Time She Felt the Distance Becoming Real
Lia woke with a strange heaviness in her chest — not sharp, not painful, but deep. The kind that made her sit still for a moment, breathing slowly, as if her heart needed time to catch up with her thoughts. She stared at the faint morning light spilling across her desk. Her notebook lay open, waiting. She didn’t touch it. She didn’t want to see the truth she wrote last night — that she was afraid, that she didn’t know what she was feeling, that she didn’t know how to stop hurting someone she cared about. She pressed a hand to her chest. Why does it feel like something is slipping through my fingers? 🌤️ A Morning That Felt Like Pretending Everything Was Fine At the research building, her group was already gathered. Aria waved her over. “Lia! We’re polishing the presentation tod
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