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TW: broken glass, angst, breakup

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Now Playing: Track - 67
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Raindrops fell—sharp and deliberate—like nails tapping against the pavement, each one a ticking second closer to something I couldn't name.

The narrow street was cloaked in darkness, its breath cold and shivering. A low hum began to rise—footsteps, maybe. Or something that had learned to mimic them. Heavy. Rhythmic. Inevitable.

Then—

Glass exploded.

Every window. One after the other. As if the houses themselves had decided to scream.

Shouts broke out. Warped and unrecognizable. The bark of angry voices overlapped with cackling laughter that slithered out from alleyways and behind rusted gates. Like joy had been twisted into something cruel.

I stood frozen in it all. A single tear slipping down my cheek—warm against skin gone cold.

Was it always this loud?

Had the world always been this loud?

My breath trembled in my throat. The shadows stretched longer. Closer.

God.
Please.
Make it stop.

Stop.
Stop.
Stop—

The sound twisted. Bent.

My thoughts shattered—like the glass, like the silence that once used to live here.

St—

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Now Playing: Track - 50
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"Happy Birthday to you!"

The voices burst into the room like a sudden storm, sharp and echoing—too loud for how quiet everything had been just moments before. I blinked.

They stood there—my friends, my family—faces lit with grins, hands scattering confetti that fluttered like strange, slow snow across the floor.

A cake appeared in the soft tremble of candlelight. One lone flame danced atop it, flickering like it knew something I didn't.

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