Vivian sat on the floor, her back pressed against the bed, arms loosely wrapped around her knees. Her breath had evened out, but the pressure in her chest remained, heavy and unmoving. Her head ached, her throat burned, and the dried salt on her skin reminded her of just how long she had been crying. The room was still, too quiet, the kind of silence that should have been comforting but only made her feel worse.


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