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All That Was Left Unsaid
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Ongoing, First published Jul 23
Some people feel too much, but say too little. And sometimes, the most painful goodbyes are the ones where nothing was ever said at all. 

Eliana was never the type to say what she felt. She smiled when she wanted to cry, laughed when she was breaking, and stayed quiet even when her heart was screaming because for her, it always felt easier to bury what hurt than to ask for what she truly wanted. 

So when she found something young but real-something tender but undefined-with someone and when she thought he couldn't  fight for her, she walked away...

She never asked him to fight.
He never asked her to stay.

It broke her.
But she never said a word.

Years passed. The world kept turning. She moved forward, but never truly healed.

Until life placed her in front of the one boy she once loved...
and the version of herself she thought she left behind.

Now older, braver, and no longer content with silence, will Eliana faces the words she never had the courage to speak?
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