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"I stay up all night, tell myself I'm alright..."
Everyone thought December 21, 2025, was just another cold morning leading to Christmas. But for her, it was the day the sun stopped rising.
She was the girl who guarded her soul like a sanctuary, holding onto a sacred vow for the altar. But in the quiet shadows of a boarding house, a "simple conversation" turned into a haunting that would last a lifetime. She didn't die that night, but the girl she used to be was buried in the silence of that room.
Now, she is a prisoner of her own skin, forced to dance with the phantom heat of hands that weren't invited and a whisper that feels like broken glass. Because some ghosts don't haunt houses-they haunt the people they've broken.
A story of a silent scream, a stolen peace, and the tragic dance between a survivor and the memory that refuses to let her go.