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Frozen Embers
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  • Parts 38
  • Time 12h 18m
  • Reads 197
  • Votes 41
  • Parts 38
  • Time 12h 18m
Complete, First published Oct 17, 2020
Mature
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	Life is quiet, till it isn't. Change is abrupt and has the tendency of appearing quickly and overwhelmingly. So what else are you supposed to do, rather than detach yourself, just to survive with the change?
	My life was planned. I had it all written in stone and had accepted what my life would become. I never wanted a life that was very adventurous or challenging. I wanted it to all be as mundane as possible. All of this change has to slow down because I'm not sure how much of it I can handle. I was expecting to live a beige life; nothing exciting or daring, the days would be all the same till they all blended into the other, I would work a desk job and marry a man who would lie and say that he wasn't sexist but then would use microaggressions constantly and who wouldn't understand the word 'no', the normal things in life. That's what I had been prepared for. Though it sure as hell wasn't what I got.
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