This

Love & new beginnings

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We must begin at the beginning, the cliché demands.

I can’t do that. I must start at the end. The inciting incident? When you left.

You said you couldn’t deal with this. You gestured at me as you said it. To you, now I was this; a thing.

“You are not the same! Why did you have to change into this?” you asked.