Finding Georgia

, thick with the ghosts of laughter and whispered promises. Promises Jayce broke. Promises that shatt

s eyes cold and flat. "I messed up.." he'd said, the ultimate betrayal, as if he threw away an important bi

eld a memory, every creak of the floorboard whispered his name. I was drow

ges: Jayce's hand intertwined with hers, his lips curving into a smile that wasn't meant for me

otivation. Simple tasks, like showering or making a meal, felt insurmountable. I was adrift in

k circles that spoke of sleepless nights and endless tears. My skin, once glowin

on," they'd say. "He wasn't good enough for you." Their words, though meant to comfort, felt hollow, echoing in the v

nstant knot of unease. I forced myself to eat, knowing I had to keep up som

ves, laughing, loving, oblivious to the storm raging within me. I envied their n

lf me. Thoughts, dark and insidious, whispered in the recesses of my mind, urging me to give

f despair. But the thought of reaching out, of baring my soul to a strang

wn life. The shadows within me grew stronger with each passing day, whispering

I was stronger than I thought, that I deserved happiness. It was a faint whisper, easily drowned out by the storm,