Ivory
I couldn't believe the depth of hatred that burned in people's hearts. The intensity of their malice was suffocating, an almost tangible force pressing down on my chest. Why couldn't they just mind their business and let me breathe? It felt as if every glance, every whisper, every cold shoulder was a dagger aimed at the remnants of my spirit. I had already paid for a crime I did not commit, a debt unjustly imposed, and have been paying ever since. The weight of false accusations and the stain on my name were burdens that I refused to lift.
Everything I had of my parents was in that house, a sanctuary now tainted by their malicious intents. Their laughter, their love, and the memories that once brought solace now felt like another chain binding me to a past I couldn't escape. What d
