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nster but then h

else in this family reserved for me. It wasn’t like he showed me sympathy or any other emotion. Not that I

hat it was, because I was truly dead inside. I have nothing left. And also those sherry eyes promised that he wasn’t the monster I had bee

bit of gratitude for that. Instead he stared at me like I had done some kind of c

in place and I wasn't running away. When he took another step closer I noticed that those sherry eyes wer

lankets, hiding my arms too. Hiding what I had done to myself, knowing that he wouldn't p

eyes. What are you doing here? B

e in the house, he didn’t want anything to do with me. Unlike everyone in the house he doesn’t

ike I expected, without sayi

he bang of the door but my eyes snapped open

nd pulled it at the foot of the bed without uttering one single word

om. But I didn’t. Because I can’t. I won’t. I won’t give anyone that part of me, not ever. And it wasn’t

duals that had been adopted by Mr an

at someone would hide me away from him. Because even as I met his eyes, I knew he was peeking deep inside me. Trying to understand how I wasn’t breaking apart. And it wa

nothing left to break. It was all sprinkled and shattered. Unsalvageable. If

again, especially not with him just

he was gone and sun rays we

be the same as the last one. If today would be the day when I would feel like I belonged here, with this beautiful family. If today I would feel like I wasn’t an imposter be

clude in their family. That I was too broken to be kept. Or maybe today he would gi

n my eyes fell on the paper on the nightstand. I picked it up

y chest. A butterfly ste

up