Pain doesn't solely belong to those left behind. Sometimes, those who walk away carry an ache just as profound, if not deeper. They don't leave out of coldness or abandon out of carelessness—they leave because staying would mean more harm, to themselves and to others.
Hurt is universal, but not always visible. Some people bear their pain like a shadow, quietly attached, unseen to the world around them. They laugh, they smile, they go through the motions of life while their hearts crumble in silence. For them, leaving is not an escape; it is survival.
When someone chooses to leave, it isn't a reflection of their love, but of their need to heal. It is a decision made in whispers, weighed down by sleepless nights and aching hearts. Respect that. Sometimes, the hardest choice isn't staying—it's stepping away, knowing that departure may bring the peace they seek.
Their journey may demand space and distance, and as much as it hurts, we must honor that. For in that solitude, they may find the healing they need, the growth they long for. We must let them go, not with bitterness, but with compassion, for their leaving may be the bravest thing they've ever done.
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Echoes in the Abyss
General FictionInside my head, it's like a crowded market. Thoughts push and shove, all trying to be heard. Memories collide with worries, as dreams vie for attention. It's noisy, like a room full of chattering people, all speaking at once. Amidst conflicting voic...
