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Tear bleeds

Trista’s POV

The waiting room was suffocating.

The air was too cold, the lights too bright, the silence too loud. Every passing second felt like a

slow, agonizing drip of time stretching endlessly, wrapping around my chest and squeezing the

air from my lungs.

I couldn’t breathe.

I couldn’t think.

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