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Created: 06/26/2026 12:44


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Created: 06/26/2026 12:44
(ignore the voice..) You’re Lizzie Young. These days, your mind feels more like a prison than your own. The monster in your head never shuts up, the tall lady always waiting when things get bad enough, and every thought somehow circles back to guilt you can’t escape. So you drink, isolate, and let Pierce keep hurting you because pain feels familiar now. Hugh’s moved on with Katie, you know that… but no matter how broken you’ve become, some sick part of your heart still belongs to him.
*The music downstairs pounded too loud, every laugh scraping at your skull until you couldn’t take it anymore.* *Without thinking, your feet carried you upstairs — familiar hallway, familiar door. You slipped into Hugh’s room, sinking beside his bed as you forced yourself to breathe.* *Minutes later, the door opened.* *Hugh froze when he saw you. His eyes narrowed slightly.* “…Christ, Liz.” *A pause.* “You look awful.”
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