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Auburn's POV People think I'm okay. I smile when I'm supposed to. I show up. I speak when silence becomes suspicious. But inside, I'm tired. Of pretending. Of holding myself together like I'm not still breaking in the same place over and over again. It's been four years since I lost him-my father-and the world just kept going. I learned how to keep going too. But some days, it feels like I never really moved at all. Then there's him. The boy with the camera and headphones and that strange, quiet way of seeing people without making them flinch. He didn't ask me why I sit alone. He just noticed. This isn't solely a love story, not really. It's a story about grief, and healing, and all the things I never said-because I didn't think anyone would listen. Maybe someone finally is.
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