I'm not sorry that I have to go.
Your words have severed me, soul-deep.
You say you're ashamed, turned off.
You said I'm fat and gross.
But then held me down,
in drunken stupor.
Your friends laughed.
I cried.
Raped.
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Hope Martin
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Epilogue
I sat in my office, twisting the wooden ring that Leon had carved for me on my finger. I was uncomfortable, hot, and cranky. And I was bored. Leon was making me a cup of tea in the adjoined kitchen. Estrakulius was resting peacefully next to me against the desk. I had taken up residence in CiCi’s old office as it was easier than moving everything into mine. It had been interesting to find things about CiCi after she was gone. It made me feel like she was still here and comforted me. And she was right, all of the millions and millions of reports were very helpful, no matter how much I hated them.
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Gosh did this actually happen to you?! I'm soooo sorryyyyy if it did 😭😭😭😭😭😭 I hope you're okay now 🥺