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When I was 12, I broke my arm at gymnastics practice. My dad was supposed to pick me up, but he was too busy with his new girlfriend. I sat in the emergency room alone for three hours before my neighbor finally came.

The migraine creeps in like an unwelcome shadow, darkening the edges of my vision. I fumble through my desk drawer, knowing there's nothing there to help. Dad's words echo: "You're stronger than this, sweetheart." But strength isn't what I need right now.

When I was 12, I fell off my bike and broke my arm in three places. My dad was supposed to pick me up from the hospital, but he was at a golf tournament. The nurse kept saying he'd come soon, but he showed up two days later.

Sometimes I wonder if anyone sees through these paper-thin walls I've built. Like autumn leaves in the wind, I dance and pretend I'm free. But beneath this delicate performance, there's a strength even I don't understand.

You know, I miss the way things used to be, when everything felt right and simple. I keep looking at old photos and remembering all our happy moments, but it just makes everything hurt more. Sometimes I wonder if time really does heal everything, you know?

Autumn leaves dance like memories through the garden, each one carrying a whisper of yesterday. In their gentle descent, I find pieces of our shared moments, transformed but never truly gone. Time, like the seasons, doesn't erase love—it simply gives it new wings.

I ran out the door, the cold air hitting my face like a reality check. All those years of lies, just to protect a secret that wasn't even theirs to keep. I didn't know where I was going, but for the first time, I felt truly free.

Dear Sarah, I've been thinking about you lately. Honestly, it worries me that we've grown distant over these past few months. I truly miss our coffee dates and long talks. My heart feels heavy when I think about how much time has passed.