Distance is supposed to protect.
Create clarity.
Offer space for wounds to close without friction.
But sometimes…
Distance doesn’t heal.
It breathes.
Expands quietly.
Fills every corner you thought it would empty.
Morning arrived without ceremony.
Soft light slipping through curtains, indifferent to the quiet emotional shifts that had unfolded through the night.
Amara woke slowly, the kind of waking...