Beneath it was a letter, written in shaky handwriting.
In it, she admitted her choices had led to pain she could never undo.
She wrote about leaving, not because she stopped loving me, but because she had been broken herself and chose escape over responsibility.
She said she watched me grow from afar through mutual acquaintances, always afraid to face the damage she’d caused.
She asked for forgiveness—not to be freed from guilt, but so I wouldn’t carry her mistakes as a weight on my own future.
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