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The rain hammered against the windows of the penthouse apartment, mirroring the frantic rhythm of my own pulse. It had been six months since Mark, my ex-boyfriend, had walked out,…

The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the barn, a relentless, primal rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of my own heart. Inside, the air hung thick and humid,…

The rain hammered against the windows of the penthouse apartment, a relentless rhythm that mirrored the pounding in my chest. Below, the city lights blurred into an indistinct glow, but…

The rain hammered against the windows of my small apartment, a frantic rhythm mirroring the insistent pulse in my veins. I’d been staring at the monitor for hours, lost in…