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“This job… it means everything to me, Miss Kinsley. Please… I’ll do better.”
She sighed, her hand moving to my shoulder. Her voice softened, almost motherly.
“Lucy, sometimes holding on doesn’t help us heal. Letting go is hard, but it can open doors you don’t see yet. I truly hope you find your joy again. I’m very grateful for all you’ve done, and I mean that.”
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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney
I forced myself to nod, managing a quiet, “Thank you,” though every word felt like another crack in the fragile shell of my life.
As I stood at the crosswalk, memories of simpler times kept my mind busy. I thought back to high school, where my biggest problems were homework or worrying about silly crushes.
Life had seemed so straightforward then. But now, it felt as if I was constantly carrying a weight too heavy to bear.
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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney
Suddenly, the loud honking of a car snapped me out of my thoughts. My heart pounded as I saw the vehicle speeding toward me, splashing through a puddle.
I froze, unsure whether to step back or dart forward. In a split second, I decided to jump forward, landing right in the muddy water.
The car screeched to a halt inches away, but I was soaked, sitting in the cold, dirty water on the pavement.
The driver, a man in an expensive suit, threw his door open and stormed out, his face twisted with irritation.
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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney
“Are you blind? You could’ve dented my car!” he shouted, his voice laced with anger and annoyance.
Embarrassment flushed through me as I struggled to my feet. “I—I’m sorry,” I stammered, my cheeks burning as the cold mud seeped through my clothes.
He looked at me in disdain, shaking his head.
“Do you even know how much this car is worth?”
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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney
Before I could respond, another voice rang out.
“Glen, stop it.” The back door opened, and a man stepped out, tall and dressed sharply.
His expression softened as he looked at me, a mixture of concern and sympathy in his eyes. He walked over, ignoring Glen’s protests.
“Are you hurt?” he asked gently, his eyes meeting mine.
