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Chapter 1 Ava's life

Word Count: 1156    |    Released on: 14/04/2025

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ing. I reach over, slamming my hand down on it, but it's already too late. I am awak

ent is small, too small but it's mine, and that's something. It smells like coffee

ther set of responsibilities I can't escape from. My eyes flick to the clock on the wal

where I usually eat. Tyler's bedroom door is slightly cracked, and I don't knock. He doe

, but sometimes he looks younger than he is. The addiction has taken so much from him, and I can't stop it. I never could. It's like this invi

a reminder of what he's fighting against. He needs rest, and I need to ge

place is infused with the scent now. I make his breakfast, just scrambled eggs and toast, n

need to leave for work. I pour a cup of coffee for myself, but I'm not really

ing in his room. He groans, and then there's silence again. I sigh and s

the kitchen, looking disheveled. His hair is a mess, his eyes still heavy with

, trying to keep

ast I've made for him, then looks at me with that distant, blan

ask, hoping to spark s

lack of response sends a wave of frustration through me, but

remind him, my voice a little

t know why it bothers me so much. Maybe because I'm exhausted from constantly b

the corner of the kitchen. He seems to lose interest in me, in the

ot to s

ing. "You can't keep doing t

flash of something, anger mayb

says quietly.

w better.

ght, not this early. Instead, I focus on my own breakfast, the ritual o

he's retreating back to his room. I don't try to stop him.

t to leave, but I can't stay. I have a job, and I n

me. I don't mind the walk. I used to. It was long, tiring. But now it's just another part of my

as I step in. The place smells like beer and the faint scent of old wood. Hank,

e asks, glancing at t

are about the details of my life. Not really. As long as I am th

ing over. I move between tables, pulling glasses, mixing drinks, smiling a

else, even if just for a little while. I need this. I need the

the money I've been saving to help him. I don't think about the guilt that gnaws at me every n

r is, though.

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