The Day I Died, She Finally Knew My Truth

Prison, a free man, but my b

behind me, a period at t

my face, and my lungs burned with the

Sublime, a remote, sacred spot in the Grand Canyon I'd p

now engaged to my former best friend

ul adoration, now seethed wit

out of kindness, but out of a cold desire for m

cus's sadistic pleasure day after agonizing day, as m

from an icy pool at Marcus's cruel behest, and pulled her from a

he knife, a public humiliation for a cri

to the truth: I had taken the fall for her mother's suicide, sacrificing my freedo

o become the very person she now desp

t left him bleeding out, urgen

e the man who reveled in

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, still loving her unco