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flo's avatar

this is so so beautifully written. particularly loved "It’s a strange feeling seeing someone for the last time and knowing it, but there’s a different kind of hurt in staring at a piece of that person—whether it be a receipt, their handwriting, or an empty armchair—and that being the closest you’ll ever get to seeing them again" you're so right about how strange it is to look at a piece of someone after they're gone and i loved how you wrote that bit so much :)

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Ivy's avatar

“I wondered if they thought my face looked like an empty house.” You wondered if they could see you were a person who really wanted to be something—the same way you did those bus drivers.

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