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Before you heal, you have to break first.
The waning crescent - the moon's last breath before the light returns.

Would you take it?

This is a story about the moments before healing - the silence after the scream, the heartbeat after the fall.
About Marlow, who didn't know life could be that cruel and didn't know who to really trust

Under a fading moon, they learn that healing isn't gentle. It's messy, cruel, and real.

But even the moon learns to return.

This story is about :- sh problems, anger issues, toxic relationships, suicidal thoughts, friendship, guiltAll Rights Reserved

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