I stared at the clumps of hair in my brush, the words “Stage 3” echoing in my mind like a death sentence. Tomorrow, the poison would enter my veins, and my life as I knew it would vanish. My emerald prom dress, once a symbol of excitement, now felt like a cruel costume for a girl who was already fading away. I was ready to surrender, to hide from the pitying whispers, until Leo walked in and shattered my resolve… Continue reading… Continue Reading ⬇️
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