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Growing up, I lived in a place called home... but it never felt like one.
My parents were friendly in front of the world, but inside those walls they were strict, hurtful, and never really listened. Their words cut deeper than silence, and their love came with conditions I could never understand.
In the middle of all that chaos, I found him.
The one person who made me feel seen, safe, and enough.
But he was also the one person my parents refused to accept.
So I learned to love in hiding...
to smile through the pain...
to hold onto something they wanted to tear apart.
And maybe love could've saved me-
but some stories don't end the way our hearts want them to.
This is the story of a girl who grew up without a real home,
found love in the wrong season,
and learned the hardest lesson of all:
Sometimes the people we love the most are the ones we lose.