"Who told you that, Agnes? Please, just listen to me!" My voice came out broken, desperate, like if I raised it loud enough, I could grab hold of her soul and force her to stay. I stepped toward her, reaching out, but she didn't just pull away. She shoved me with a force I didn't know she had, like I was something filthy, something that burned to touch. "You're not the good one, Vanessa!" she shouted, and her words hit straight through my chest. "They always made me worship you. Said I lived because of you, that everything was thanks to you… and look at you. Look what you do to survive. I don't want anything from you. Not your dirty money, not your fake love." Every word was a blow. Not clean, not sharp. It was like she was ripping pieces out of me from the inside, stripping me raw in front of myself. I tried to speak, to explain, to tell her it wasn't like that, that nothing was that simple, that I had been pushed, dragged, broken too… But she didn't give me the chance. The
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