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Tartaros comes and – for the second time in her life – the world as she knows it falls apart.
It feels like she’s lost everything good: her father is gone, her best friend left, and her one constant – through better or worse, through angry words and stubbed toes and slow respect – is beyond her reach forever.
Sometimes, pain is so palpable that talking about it would bring it to life, terrifying and raw. She doesn’t speak up, and it aches.
The seasons are changing, and a ladybug lands on her calloused palm, and she wonders when she stopped believing in fate.