Ink and Si

da's

the smooth pages of her diar

es with thoughts she couldn't say o

pt the ink o

amiliar weight comforting in

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up alon

n open my eyes. It's funny how a person can share a bed with someone

uld be us

ways be

re never a family. They were just a name-a dynasty, a reputation to be protected. My parents w

en the

you that you're loved. Wealth doesn't stop you from feeling like a burden in a worl

ever truly cared for

daughter they never had. They look at me with warmth,

Etha

he only one who doesn't see me. Or maybe, h

just a mistake that

s child will connect

by friendship for decades, but there was nev

he link between two

also be the link betw

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er fingers, pressing the heels

t so much to w

e day, Ethan would change. Th

den. Not as

as

t the empty space b

y wasn'

, it neve

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