⋰𝘌𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦⋰
The bracelet on my wrist costs more than my first car.
Not that I remember the car.
I remember the bracelet.
It’s new.
It catches the light every time I move my hand, scattering tiny diamonds across the balcony floor like stars. The city stretches—
⋰𝘌𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦⋰
The bracelet on my wrist costs more than my first car.
Not that I remember the car.
I remember the bracelet.
It’s new.
It catches the light every time I move my hand, scattering tiny diamonds across the balcony floor like stars. The city stretches—
—Waiting. Hoping. Embarrassingly, stupidly hoping.
For what, exactly?
A miracle?
An apology?
Three words I’ve spent my entire life chasing?
𝘐'𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶.—