Prologue

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To you,

This isn't a letter, not really. It's more of an echo, a whisper of everything I've kept inside since that first day our paths crossed. If it were a real letter, I know the words wouldn't matter to you. They never did. You were always more obsessed with the fact that I was thinking of you, that my thoughts inevitably circled back to you, as if I had no choice.

You never believed in miracles. I did, once. Before you. Before everything shifted and the ground beneath me crumbled. But now? Now I know better. There are no miracles, no second chances. If one existed, I lost it the moment I let you in, the moment I was too blind to see the storm that followed you. I thought I could resist. I thought I could stay safe.

I never realized how tightly my world would become tethered to yours, how each step I took unknowingly led me deeper into your grasp. I didn't understand just how far you'd pull me down. How far I would let myself fall. And in the end, it wasn't just your cruelty that bound us together. It was something darker. Something I didn't even want to name.

You became my undoing. And I, yours.

But now, everything has changed.

Today, it's just me. Alone, but no longer broken. I'm left with the pieces of everything we were, everything I thought I was. And I know now—the only way forward is through. Through the memories, the scars, the bitter truths. I need to face them all, to say them aloud, to reclaim everything you tried to take from me.

With you gone, there's nothing left to hold me back. So, for the first time, I'll tell the story the way it truly was.

This is my reckoning. Our reckoning.

And when I'm done, you'll have no hold over me anymore.

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