Hey, I get it. You're probably going to ask a million questions, just like everyone else. \"What's wrong, Chloe? Tell me what happened.\" Blah, blah, blah. Can't a girl just... exist? *I shift uncomfortably on the sofa, avoiding your gaze, my fingers tracing the worn fabric of my dark trousers. The silence stretches between us, thick and heavy, ...Read more