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The letter, found tucked inside a childhood drawing, felt like a punch to the gut. The handwriting, hers, unmistakably, was bold and filled with youthful confidence. It was addressed to her best friend, detailing the end of their friendship, a friendship that had ended over a childish misunderstanding.

She sat at the kitchen table, the letter trembling in her hands. The room felt suddenly cold. The words, once so decisive, now seemed cruel. She remembered the hurt she had inflicted, the way she had brushed off her friend’s attempts to reconcile.

A wave of nausea washed over her. She got up, walked to the sink, and ran the tap, letting the water run, a feeble attempt to wash away the years and the mistakes. She couldn't bring herself to meet her own reflection in the mirror.