Elijah

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The weight of the day presses down on my chest like a vice, tightening with every second. The air in the grand hall feels so thick, too suffocating. I force myself to breathe, but even that feels like too much effort.

I shouldn't be here.

I shouldn't be sitting among the guests, watching a wedding that should mean nothing to me. But it does. It burns, and no matter how much I tell myself otherwise, it won't stop.

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