The Faded Apartment
The dust in the apartment does not settle; it hovers, a suspended galaxy of microscopic debris caught in the stillness of a room that has forgotten how to breathe. You are twelve, or perhaps thirteen, though the distinction has long since blurred into a single, continuous ache of being young and fragile in a world that feels too large to hold. You stand in the center of the living room, the air...
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