Kabanata 31
Samantha’s POV “There is a kind of grief that comes not from losing someone… but from realizing they were never really yours, even when you gave everything.” I cried when I got home. Not the loud, broken kind. Just… tears. Steady. Silent. Like my body had finally realized it couldn’t carry everything anymore. Seeing him — just seeing him — brought everything back. The nights I stayed by his side when he didn’t ask. The mornings I made him coffee because I knew how he liked it — two sugars, no cream. The way I memorized every version of his pain, while hiding mine under a smile that no one bothered to look past. For years, I thought being needed was enough. That maybe, if I stayed long enough, loved quietly enough, sacrificed deep enough… he'd look at me the way he used to look a
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