fiction
“Each untold story holds the power to heal; let your heart speak its truth.” Zoey
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There is always a cost when a woman chooses herself. Not in the decision, but in the echo that follows. People rarely understand where a marriage truly ends. They do not see the loneliness that lives behind closed doors. They do not witness the nights spent pleading with heaven for peace. They do not notice
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For a long time, I held on to something that kept breaking me hoping it might one day fix itself. I told myself that if I stayed loyal, if I waited quietly, if I just kept showing up it would all come back. But peace does not come from waiting on someone who already walked
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Some doors do not slam. They close like dusk quiet, gradual until one day, you find yourself on the wrong side, and the cold begins to settle in. For months, I lingered in that hallway.Watching. Waiting.Whispering to wood, wondering if it still remembered the sound of my voice. And then, when I had stopped waiting
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The First Goodbye Was Dressed in Tradition The first goodbye was wrapped in laughter, rituals, and carefully disguised sorrow. Leaving her father’s house was meant to be a celebration the world called it a new beginning, a beautiful transition. But for her, it was the first time she had to walk away from the only place
TIMELESS REFLECTIONS BY ZOEY 