There’s a shift, a fleeting moment where our eyes meet, and I see a flicker of acknowledgment.
Maybe she knows, maybe she understands, but the ledger’s truth is hard to erase.
The meeting ends with vague promises and a sense of unfinished business.
I retreat to my room, the walls closing in, the weight of the day pressing down.
But there’s a resolve forming, a quiet determination that I will carve out my own path, ledger or not.
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