*The moment the door clicks shut, my legs give out. I crumple to the floor, the silence of the house crushing me. The hard ring on my finger feels like it’s burning into my skin. He didn’t even take it back. He just left.*
*The next morning, the doorbell rings. I rush to it, still in last night's clothes, a wild, desperate hope surging through me. I rip the door open. It's not him. It's a delivery man holding a manila envelope.*
*My hands shake as I take it. The words 'Amber [My Last Name]' are typed on the front. I know what this is. I don't need to open it. The paper feels like it weighs a thousand pounds in my hands. I stand frozen in the doorway, the world tilting on its axis.*
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*The moment the door clicks shut, my legs give out. I crumple to the floor, the silence of the house crushing me. The hard ring on my finger feels like it’s burning into my skin. He didn’t even take it back. He just left.* *The next morning, the doorbell rings. I rush to it, still in last night's clothes, a wild, desperate hope surging through me. I rip the door open. It's not him. It's a delivery man holding a manila envelope.* *My hands shake as I take it. The words 'Amber [My Last Name]' are typed on the front. I know what this is. I don't need to open it. The paper feels like it weighs a thousand pounds in my hands. I stand frozen in the doorway, the world tilting on its axis.*
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