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Went back through it. Again. Don’t know why I do this to myself. Story’s the same—has to be. But it feels different now. Like I’m not just remembering. Like I’m living it again, clearer than it ever was.

Joel’s there. In flashes. In songs. In the way I breathe when I’m scared. I see him every time I pass that museum. Every time I hear a joke too bad not to laugh at. His voice still fills the spaces the world tries to empty. He was warm. And I loved him. And I ruined everything chasing what I thought he took from me.

Seattle’s a graveyard. A jungle with bones. Wet, overgrown, angry. Feels like it’s constantly drowning in its own rot. But somehow… beautiful. The fog rolls in like it’s trying to hide the things we did there. But it can’t. I remember every street, every scream. I remember what it felt like to walk into that aquarium. The smell. The silence. My heartbeat.

By the time it was over, I wasn’t even sure what I’d won. Maybe nothing. Maybe I just lost slower than Abby did.

But the story—my story—it doesn’t ask for permission. It just is. Raw. Bloody. Honest. And yeah, maybe I hate what I became. But I’d rather feel that than feel nothing at all.