A Midnight Demand, A Fake Emergency, And The Moment I Cut Them Off

faint tide lines where the water pooled. I dipped my brush in clear water and touched it to the edge of a cloud, watching pigment soften and spread.

Some people think boundaries are cruel. That saying no makes you selfish, that stepping away makes you heartless.

But I knew, now, what it really was.

It was triage.

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