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Fragments of Love
Betrayal leaves joinery, not closure.
The heart does not shatter cleanly. It splinters — edges that catch on sleep, on songs, on the name you were told not to say.
Betrayal is not a lesson plan. It is inventory taken without consent.
Mending is not a montage. It is gathering fragments with cut hands and refusing to call the blood proof of growth.
Fresh start is a phrase for calendars. The body keeps the old diagram.
Some pieces will not fit again. That is also data.
The splinter still catches on the third stair.
JV · Dark Heart Labs