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VILLAN IN HER STORY

I trusted her like people trust the sky to stay above them.

Every morning, she texted me first. Every night, she stayed until my sadness slept before I did. She knew my fears, my secrets, the parts of me I hid from everyone else.

And maybe that was my mistake.

Because one day, she changed.

Slowly.

She started making me feel guilty for talking to others. She mocked the things I loved. Every argument somehow became my fault. She would hurt me, then cry before I could.

And I would apologize.

Again.

People saw her as soft and broken.

They never saw what happened behind closed chats and late-night calls.

The way her words stayed in my head like poison.

The way I began hating myself.

So I left.

Not because I stopped caring.

But because staying felt like drowning.

Now she writes about me online.

As if I abandoned her for no reason.

As if I’m the villain in her tragedy.

Maybe people will believe her.

Maybe they won’t.

But for the first time in months, my phone is silent.

And silence has never felt so peaceful.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAeXx5BHUJf

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