Epilogue
So, dear reader,
now you know.
Life isn't always fair.
People think escaping means freedom.
It doesn't.
Even when you leave the horror of your life behind,
it follows you.
It settles beneath your skin and slowly consumes you from the inside.
Every day you survive feels like borrowed time.
Because trauma doesn't disappear the moment you're safe.
You don't wake up one morning healed.
Survival isn't the end of the story.
Sometimes it's only the beginning.
You carry it with you.
The guilt.
The fear.
The grief.
They creep into your heart like a disease,
quietly poisoning every tomorrow.
And some nights...
You wish you hadn't survived at all.
Life isn't always fair.
Xoxo,
Sage.