e smell of burnt coffee,
ar, but in my college dorm room, su
the mirror, a saccharine s
sy, cheap imitation of
rror and disbelie
hone confirmed i
full year before the catastroph
by Maya, who loosened the b
, this moment un
as Chloe Thorne, tech heir
sperate wish to be liked,
ned honey, was the same one that would
t ultimately led to my ve
wledge of what was to come, made
lind, so foolishly kind, t
her crocodile tears, fueled
l who would silently en
second chance, a
niceties, no space for
y usual placid response, I
anded, my voice entir
write my own endi