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At just seven years old, Iren woke up with a teddy in her arms, clutching the worn soft toy, oblivious to the fact reality was harsh. she could hear loud shriek from the bedroom where her parents were sleeping, iren knew something was sharply strained from that moment of her life.
As she entered the room, her mother's words pierced through her ears—the atmosphere was full of betrayal, and hatred. Iren's heart raced when she realized the truth: her dad was cheating. The thought deeply digged inside her chest, twisting with confusion. Their family was not loving like the story books; love had become a blurry dream, Instead of bedtime stories, her mother poured out her grief like a torrential rain and blamed her for almost everything, expecting Iren to be the strong one, the listener. And her father? He was a ghost in their home, having a father yet feeling fatherless, leaving Iren with emotions far too vast for her small heart to bear.
*a few months later*
Iren wasn't supposed to be out here in the dark but her curiosity got the best of her, She walked closer and closer, her heart rapidly beating against her ribs.
The sight that met her gaze was terrifying, her eyes widened in horror as she saw two figures clashing in the alley, their forms silhouetted against the flickering lamplight.
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devouring the past
FantasyThe world is a cold and unforgiving place, woven with threads of pain, neglect, and abuse. It is a place where innocence is easily shattered, where the echoes of trauma linger long after the wounds have healed. Iren Ivanova is a child of this world...
