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Aurora Marie Jackson|22 ❧ Tulum, Mexico ❧
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I clocked out of my job, my steps heavy as exhaustion seemed to weigh me down. The relentless fatigue had become a constant companion, a shadow that followed me everywhere. Each day felt like a struggle, and it seemed like things were only getting worse. My energy was drained, replaced by persistent headaches and the frequent breakdowns that seemed to come out of nowhere. I felt like a mess, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was seriously wrong.
I walked outside of the building, squinting against the sunlight as I reached my car. My work bag landed in the back seat with a careless thud, a reflection of the way I felt. Starting up the engine, I tapped my playlist on Apple Music, the opening notes of SZA's "Snooze" filling the car. It was a bittersweet comfort, a familiar melody in a world that felt increasingly unfamiliar.
Backing out of the parking lot, I drove into the streets with a heavy heart. As the music played softly, my mind drifted to him. It had been a month since I had seen or heard from him. I had reached out a couple of times, trying to bridge the gap, but his silence spoke volumes. It was painful, the silence. Each unanswered call and unreturned message was like another crack in the fragile armor of my heart.
I sighed, a mixture of frustration and sadness filling me. I had to accept it for what it was, a reality that I couldn't change. The hurt lingered, but I knew I had to move forward, even if it meant leaving a piece of myself behind. The road stretched ahead, a metaphor for the uncertain path that lay before me.
With each passing mile, the music played on, the lyrics resonating with the emotions I couldn't put into words. The world outside blurred as I drove, lost in my thoughts. There were so many unanswered questions, so many things left unsaid. But as I continued down the road, I made a silent vow to myself. I wouldn't let the silence define me. I wouldn't let the hurt consume me.
It didn't matter how long she had known him. When you're with somebody day in and day out, sharing moments big and small, their absence starts to leave a void. The ache of missing him was a constant undercurrent in her thoughts, a reminder of the connection that had been severed.
Those moments we had shared, the laughter, the late-night conversations, the stolen glances that spoke volumes without a single word—they were etched into my memory. The familiarity of his presence had become a part of my routine, and now that routine had been disrupted.
I would catch myself reaching for my phone, my fingers hovering over the screen, tempted to send a message or make a call. But the knowledge that the response might never come held me back. It was a painful reminder of the silence that hung between us.
