Untitled

Untitled: "(of a book, composition, or other artistic work) having no name."

Untitled is more than a piece that carries no name: It's a story that was never said, told, and acknowledged when it should've been. Maybe if it had been, this story wouldn't have become so treacherous.

But Lucia decided that her story would be the last one to be told; to break the silence about the slice of her past that she pressed to keep hidden. Her story will no longer have no name and be left to fester behind the doors of her memory. They'll be open, and inspire others to do the same.

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"You're insane, you're just making stuff up!"

"Why would I make this up?" He was caught off guard by me breaking my peace--my loud voice cutting him mid-argument, "Why would I fake all that? For what? For some forsaken, petty revenge because we broke up?" I snapped, huffing at the idea, "Well, newsflash--we're not in high school anymore and you actually did those things. You messed up but you'll never admit it because you have a reputation to uphold--whatever, I guess I get it,"

"but I'll be damned if you think I'm going to be silent about this for the rest of my life, Austin: you've put me through hell and you've told your side of the story long ago--now it's time I tell mine."