πŸ”₯

There it was. Right there on the phone screen. πŸ”₯ My heart dropped into my stomach. Why was I here again? How did I miss the signs? What is wrong with me? While I was trying to gather the right words to say, your friend comes up and grabs the phone. β€œIs that not your phone?” A moment of relief. But a stark reminder of the past. A pain that still often haunts me.

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