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Delilah. My face, once adorned with warmth and tenderness, now wears a veil of aloofness. I used to have eyes that glistened with hope, now, they harbor a guarded, distant gaze. The tender curves of my smile have hardened into a stoic line, concealing the fractures etched deeply within. Beneath my composed demeanor lies a heart shrouded in frost, wary of affection and resistant to vulnerability. It has been two weeks. Two weeks of complete misery, emptiness and heartbreak. In the first three days, I stayed in the same position, the same room…I couldn’t talk or think. I just couldn’t move. Does he hate me that much? Does he hate me so much? I asked myself over and over again. And finally, I answered that question. It was a a week ago, Rose told me that Thorn sent a message, asking us

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