Halley knew the after. The after-party. The after-image. The aftermath. She was the one who brought the snacks. The one who called you out. The one who held your hand in the trenches and never, ever left. Her life was a monument to the 'after,' to surviving. Her apartment was the physical proof: thrifted art,… Continue reading Halley: The Echo
This is Mira’s story—part fiction, part reflection, wholly honest.(Each chapter will end with a note from her writing, signed as your trusted friend.) Mira's Story: Call It What It IsWhen everything gets spoken out loud. The house was quieter than it had been all day, but not silent. Dishes clinked softly in the sink. Music… Continue reading Chapter Thirty-Two: Call It What It Is
